Unbreakable

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

It’s Our Party We’ll Dance if We Want To

After pounding three or so shots of tequila, I was finally feeling the vibe of my party. People were dancing and drinking having a great time. I sat back and watched Jessica and Reece who were entertaining the hundreds of people who were there. I was sure that my mom would say something to me about not joining in on the party, but she and my dad were enjoying the party too. My dad and some of his colleagues were going out of town on business in a couple days and I could feel the tension coming from him. As strong of a man as he was, some things still scared him.

“Who’s ready for cake?” cried Jessica as I groaned. She came up to me and pulled my arm insisting on me following her to where I saw my cake resting on the pedestal. I hated the tradition of blowing out the candles because even though I was only twenty-five, there seemed like there were so many on it. The whole bunch sang happy birthday to me and I blew them out, trying my hardest not to get any of my spit on it.

I was ready to go home when Jessica pulled me to the back room of the bar. “Well, do you like your party?” She asked hoping I was. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I wanted to go home already.

I nodded my head, which seemed like the best answer. With the alcohol coursing through my body, talking probably wasn’t the best of ideas. She yipped and pulled me again, this time to the part of the bar where a man had been sitting all night. I prayed that he wasn’t someone who she was trying to hook me up on, but I was positive when she introduced us and hurried away that Jessica had just those intentions.

“So you’re the birthday girl,” he smiled reaching out and grabbing my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it. I tried hiding the blush that fell on my cheeks and shook my head yes. “It is a pleasure to meet you; Jessica tells me so much about you. I hear that you were the top in your class at the academy and took down part of Fredrick’s crew,” he said sincerely. He was really trying hard to talk to me. Again, I shook my head. There was an awkward silence that fell between us for a couple seconds until he started talking again.

“You look beautiful in that dress and your hair smells really good,” he said catching me off guard. I looked up at him confused and pulled my hair around and took a whiff.

“Seriously, you’re complimenting my hair?” I asked with a hint of laughter in my voice flicking the hair back behind me.

“What? I was trying to start conversation,” he smirked. I felt the blush back on my face as the alcohol washed over me imagining that smirk on his face as his body hovered over mine in my bedroom. I slapped myself in the forehead, not mentally, but actually slapping myself in the head. I was sure I would have a red palm mark on my face for the rest of the night.

“Bad Hope,” I scolded myself out loud.

“Uh, are you okay over there birthday girl,” he chuckled and I realized I’d made a fool of myself, probably not for the last time of the night.

“I’m fine, I’m pretty sure I just imagined you hovering over my body naked,” I admitted sheepishly. I expected him to get up and walk away at how stupid I sounded. Instead, he leaned closer into me and whispered, “I would love to make that vision come true,” sending shivers down my spine. He smiled the same smirk pulling away from me and chuckled, I’m sure at the look on my face.

I looked at his expression and it was completely calm. At least I hadn’t scared him away yet. To be honest, I wasn’t the best with men. In fact, most of the men that I date, I end up pushing away.

“So how much did Jessica pay you to come here and be my date?”  I asked changing the subject. He looked shocked that I would have the balls to ask something so abrasive and then smiled.