Try Me (Drunk In Love #1)

Chapter Eighteen

He walks over to the sofa and settle himself comfortably.

"How did you get my adress? I ask him, shocked at how he knows where I live." I have my sources." He replies coyly. I shake my head at him, he and his cockiness will never go away. But that's what makes me like him more.

"Would you like something to drink?" I ask politely. "Yes, please." He replies mocking me. I giggle and walk away to kitchen.

I take the bottle of Chardonnay from wine cooler and pour in two glasses. Holding them carefully, I walk back outside.

"Here." I hand him one glass and take a seat beside him. His eyes flicker to my face many times, hoping I start the conversation.

"So what's wrong?" He finally breaks the silence. I put my glass on the table in front of us and he does the same.

"Kiara, what happened? Why won't you look at me?" His tone is hurt. That makes me look at him. His face is hard to read, there is hurt but also calmness.

"What Bella said, about my clothes, about me. She said I am a groupie, do you think that too?" My eyes burn with unshed tears. I clench my jaw, trying very hard to hold them in.

He frowns first, then his expression turns to understanding. "Are you crazy? Ma, you are not what she said you are." He assure me.

I am still not looking at him, my gaze fixed at the wine glass on the table. Then he take my hand in his, holding it delicately and making me look up to him. His face looks so beautiful, like an angel. I feel my heart beating hard aginst my chest and my body warm with something oh so sweet.

"Are you sure?" I ask. He looks confused by my question so I explain. "Am I not in this for, satisfaction?"

"Am I not with you just for fulfilling my need? That do makes me one of them."

"Our both needs, not just yours. And that doesn't make you that. It makes you a person who knows what she wants." He looks mad.

"I know Abel. But it was wrong from the start, us. What happened tonight just makes me even more sure of it." I say in a quiet voice.

He doesn't say anything, maybe thinking about what I said.

"So what you're saying is," His voice is pissed. "you want to break up." This, I was not expecting.

"What?" I ask in utter shock. That was not what I had in mind. "No Abel. What even gave you that idea?" Then I understand why he felt like that, me saying that it was wrong from the start. That was definitely stupid of me to say.

"I was not saying that we should break up. No, I was saying that this is wrong, that what we started, was something not everyone can understand. But I never talked about stopping. Do you want that?" I ask in a small voice. If he wants to break up, I would lose my shit.

He shakes his head no. That makes me take a relaxing breath. In all this madness, I have forgot to mention my internship.

"I have some news." I smirk at him.

"You are not pregnant, are you?" He asks jokingly. I stick my tongue out at him.

"I have been offered a job. At L.A publishing." I reach out and hand him the letter. He smiles at me then reads the content of letter. He looks genuinely happy for me.

"This is amazing. Although, I didn't know you were into publishing."

"I am. I have been studying it for the past two years." I have been working day job and studying at the same time. I know I am not into some great college but their teachers are amazing and so understanding. They helped me so much in last two years.

"I didn't even knew you were in college. But this is amazing." He looks like a proud boyfriend. That though makes me more happy then I can think I will be now.

"We should celebrate." He says. "I was about to order something. Would you like pizza or chinese?" I ask him, hoping he choose pizza.

"Like a date?" He asks smugly. I feel the heat in my cheeks, which is quite unnecessary at this moment.

"Do you want it to be? I mean I am in my night clothes." I point at my tee shirt.

"So what, it's a netflix and chill date. You are dressed appropriately for it." I laugh, making him join in too.

After a lot of thinking necessary for food, he decides pizza. I clap my hands in excitement and go to kitchen for the pizzeria's number.

"Pizza will arrive in ten minutes." His gaze is on the TV. I follow his eyes and see the screen on 'The Fault In Our Stars' movie.

"Oh, I was browsing when you came by." I take the remote and change it to something funny.

"Would you like if I pick something?" He points at the TV. I hand him the remote in a 'go ahead' gesture. He browse through action movies, stopping at a familiar one, Taxi Driver.

On cue, the bell rings. Opening the door, pizza delivery guy greets me. He hands me my order, one large cheesy pizza, garlic bread and white sauce pasta for me. I hand him back dollar bills and tip him too. He seems very happy, greeting me a good night before leaving.

I put the order on the coffe table.

"Would you like something to drink with this?" I ask him.

"Yes. A coke, please." He smiles back at me.

I take two plates and two cans of diet coke and head back out again. He have already opened the pizza box and garlic bread. The heavenly smell of cheese and garlic fills the living room.

Putting down the plate with it, I seat myself a little too close to him. He is busy pulling up a slice and putting it in his plate. I reach out for tin box containing my pasta and open it. The steams comes out of it, warning me that it is piping hot.

He plays the movie and we eat in silence. I occasionally comment about some scenes but mostly, I am admiring him. He is so engrossed in the movie, there is a glint in his eyes, the one someone gets when they talk or see something they love. I smile to myself.

Although I am a huge action movies buff, it had been a long day and that take a toll on me. After we finish eating, I put the leftovers in the fridge and sit between Abel's legs. The sofa is big enough for us to lay down but he sits with his back resting on the arm rest.

I lean back on his chest, breathing his scent. He snakes his arm around my midriff, resting his face in my open hair.