Intoxicated

Lilly

In the past twenty minutes, my stone cold employer, Mr Rikkard Ambrose had not stopped burning his insides with alcohol. He must have consumed 8 bottles approximately though it might have been more; I was far more busy amusing over the fact that Mr Ambrose actually took the challenge this far.

I never thought that would work, but blimey! it had, and now Mr Ambrose was deliriously drunk and was about to grab another bottle.

He's had enough! Don't let him!

As amusing as it was to watch him get drunk, I had to stop him.

‘Mr Ambrose Sir…’ I held his hand that was stretched out to grab another bottle.

He blinked as he looked at me, shaking his head a bit. It seems that at first he drank it out of the challenge, but after that he stopped thinking and acted purely on need.

His sea blue orbs dug deep into mine as he looked at me, as if I was a mystery to him. As if I was a script that he was deciphering. As if I was one of those puzzles that he had yet to solve and it was tearing at his soul that he could not do it.

And there were a very few things that Mr Ambrose couldn't do.

His fingers slowly entwined with mine. He opened his mouth, to say something, but closed it. His eyebrow creased in the slightest of line as his sea blue eyes searched mine.

‘Tell me, Miss Linton, that why is it…that you look...radiant to me? Do you have something lighting your face? Or is this room too bright?’ He looked around the room as if searching for extra lights. ‘No, definitely not, it is not the room. There is surely something with your face.’

I felt my cheeks heat up. Alright, so being called radiant is not considered a compliment in our society! But when it is coming from a man who uses as much words as occurrences of eclipse in the sky, you would be damned if you didn't take it as a compliment.

As great as it was to watch him say that, I had to get him out of here. Afterall it was my fault that he was drunk. Not exactly drunk though.

After consuming so much alcohol, you pretty much had to be thoroughly blootered. But Mr Ambrose was no common man. He was a man who could freeze desert dunes with one gaze alone. He sounded perfectly cool with just a bit of slur in his voice making it sound all the more attractive.

‘Mr Ambrose, I suppose it is time for us to retire from here.’ I said as I tugged at his hand.

‘Do you really, Misss Linton, you do, do you?’ He said with a coltish glint in his eyes but nevertheless his face remained expressionless.

‘Yes Mr Ambrose! Come on!’ I practically made him stand forcefully as I tried tug him behind me. Emphasis on tried. I might as well have pulled a mountain. ‘Please, Mr Ambrose.’ I whispered to him in a vain attempt but this time he actually looked at me. His sea blue eyes as the ocean we were in, ready to drown me, capture me and at that moment I saw a storm of emotions swirling in their depths.

Without saying a word, he stood up and he took his hand in mine and silently started moving toward the exit. I felt my insides melt in a way that made me feel as if someone had lighted a heater inside me. How could a piece of iceberg carved into a human shape make you feel that way? It was a mystery that I was searching an answer to and in all honesty I was afraid of what I might discover.

I almost bumped into him as he made a sudden stop. What…? Why did he stop? I looked in his line of vision at whom he was staring.

Men. Three men were standing there, looking in our direction. People whose dates might had slacked off somewhere. Mr Ambrose looked at them as if he wanted to kill them, steak them on hot fire and then eat it for dinner.

If he were any saner, he would have just deemed them as wasteful and walked right past them, ignoring them. But no, Mr Ambrose was not sane. He was completely tanked by now.

A shiver ran down my spine as I anticipated his reaction- a cold shiver mixed with a bit of fear, of what he would do.

One thing that is common between a drunk and sober Mr Ambrose is the unpredictability factor. When I thought that he was going to charge at those men, he did the complete opposite. He turned toward me. Wait, is he going to punch me?

His face was twisted in a very scornful way. He did not seem too pleased about them. With the entwined hands of our own, he led me somewhere away from the exit.

‘Sir, the exit is that way!’

He did not seem to listen to me.

‘Mr Ambrose, where are we going?!’

My verbal question was answered as we came in front of the dancing area where a few people were dancing now, the slow music still playing in the background, making the ambiance more dreamy.

‘Here? why here?’ I asked him, as I freed my hand from his.

‘To hunt elephants! Why else you think, Miss Linton?!’ My my, had Mr Ambrose used sarcasm?

Without any further words from my side, his hand snaked around my waist as he held me close. I couldn't get away even if I wanted to. My inner feminist had a protest rally going on but I didn't care! Why would I if he could make me feel like this? If he was this close to me in a way that heated my skin and burned my insides? I felt hazed even though I did not touch a drop of alcohol. I felt delirious with his strong arms around me, holding me close to him as I was a precious gem that he'd acquired. I wound my arms around his neck.

His arms encircled around me protectively now, as if marking me his territory. I did not like the idea of it very much but I doubted that his stoned head would decipher such things now. We did not move with the music, no. We had our own rhythm, our own pace. He nuzzled his head on the crook of my neck as we moved silently. I stiffened as felt his warm breath on my skin as he pulled me closer, mashing our bodies deliciously in the process. We weren't two individuals at that time, we were one and the thought somehow made my heart squeeze painfully.

From the corner of my eye, I could still see the men staring, now wide eyed as they scurried away with their own dates. I smiled to myself. Why did this childish act of him made me feel so happy? Like I had just won women's right to vote? Like I had just claimed a lottery? Blast this man!

He didn't seem to notice or ignored that they had gone. He seemed comfortable enough to keep dancing with me, holding me close, keeping me in his arms, moving slowly in the room. It was as if time had stopped. As if he didn't care about the wasting time. It was as if the concept of time was alien to him.

I, for my part, couldn't think of anything else with him so close. I felt complete. I felt secure. I felt as if I had the world in the palm of my hand but no, I was still far away from land for that to happen. It was as if everything else had vanished and it was just the two of us, intoxicated. Him with alcohol. I, with him.

To be continued...

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So... That was drunk Ambrose. Two more chapters to come! I'll try to update ASAP!

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