Sincerely, Tyler ▸ (Sequel to Dear, Rosemary)

11

A/N - This chapter is short and is a little more on the raunchier side. Just a warning for those who get uncomfortable while reading certain sexual situations.

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After another two rounds of tequila my body began to lose all self-control. Josh of course, was completely fine through all of this, as he was some heavyweight when it came to drinking.

I'd found out that the girl, who I'd splurged my money on tonight, was named Scarlett.

If I recalled correctly, she'd come up to me later during the night and pulled me into a bathroom stall, where we felt each other up and made out for a good twenty minutes.

Josh was lounging about with those older men, cheering on the football game, which was still playing. He'd told me he was happy I'd actually stopped being so tense.

Scarlett helped with that, as she seemed to be ordering me more shots by the minute. After gulping down my last one, she'd pulled me in by my sweater collar, whispering in my ear, "How 'bout we call ourselves a cab and get outta here?"

I grabbed her jaw, kissing her roughly in a sloppily manner, "Fine by me," I managed to slur out between my lips. At this point, I had no idea what had gotten into me. It was bad, but the entire time I was imagining Rose instead of Scarlett.

In my drunken state, I managed to maneuver myself over to Josh as Scarlett rang up a taxi. My hands gripped his shoulders from behind the couch he sat on, mainly to hold myself up but to also bring my presence to his attention. I informed him on tonight's events and continued saying, "I guess I'm going back to her place. Don't wait up for me."

"Geez, I have to say, I was doubting you'd actually pull through with this whole thing. Take care of yourself, Ty. If you need anything, just call."

And with that, he patted my back and we'd said our goodbyes. I decided to try sobering up, drinking a few glasses of water first before finding Scarlett.

Her hair caught my eye, she was outside. I'd made my way towards her, making sure to pay Lauren and leave a tip.

After seeing as the taxi cab was already waiting for us, I sped up my pace.

Scarlett's hand met mine as she pulled me into the car with her, already beginning to kiss me all over. The driver seemed to be used to this behaviour, as he remained with his smug facial expression, "Where to?"

Through my lips, Scarlett mumbled her address over to the man, and he was off to our destination.

Her hand made its way higher and higher up my thigh, and I began to suck lightly on her collar bone. After trying her greatest to hold it in, she had moaned out incredibly loudly, allowing the driver some embarrassment.

I laughed as he turned a bright shade of red, his foot stepping on the pedal to try and get us out of his sight as quickly as possible.

After five minutes, we pulled into a somewhat sketchy neighbourhood, where the car parked into a small driveway that led up to a beaten up townhouse.

I pulled out a $50 and told the driver to keep the change as Scarlett and I weren't too keen on taking our sweet time.

She fumbled with her house keys, and I had made it incredibly difficult for her to open the door as my hands roamed around her hips and over to her butt, my lips still on her skin. She giggled loudly, her polished nails placed on my chest to push me away from her, "Easy, babe." A smirk played on the corner of my mouth and as she turned back around it became increasingly more difficult to leave her alone.

Luckily though, she managed to open the door and we had both stepped inside the small home together. Immediately her hands were pinned above her head against the wall by my own. The door was clumsily shut behind us by the back of my foot and I proceeded with my actions.

Scarlett struggled to throw off her heels as I unzipped her dress and threw it to the floor. She unbuckled my belt, pulling down my pants before my hands gripped under her thighs and lifted her roughly in the air against my waist. Her scrawny fingers wrapped themselves around the back of my neck, her lips against my ear spilling her desires and what she was planning to do for the remainder of the night.

I maneuvered into the kitchen, the nearest room, and placed her onto the counter. Ripping off my own shirt and paying no attention to it once tossing it to the side, I connected our lips once more. Her fingers looped into my boxers, pulling them down as I did the same with her lacy black underwear.

My hands unclamped her bra, slowly then bringing their way up to her neck where they gently gripped her and remained. My eyes were given a quick chance to scan my surroundings, taking notice that her entire living room and kitchen floor was now fully covered in the numerous articles of clothing we'd left in our trail. She was panting quickly under me, and I could feel myself getting sweaty due to the closeness of our bodies. Her breath smelled of liquor and peppermint, a scent I would surely remember.

My head felt light, and I couldn't even make out what I was doing. All I knew is that I would most likely regret this when I'd wake up the next morning, but let's just say, I was taking my chances.