He Stayed|

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Chapter Fourteen:

"No! Dude!" I yell.

This is the fourth time tonight, some rich asshole asks to have sex with me for a ride home.

Seriously wtf!?

I scoff walking away from the blonde that apparently wants to 'makes me too sore to walk'.

I grab another drink which might be considered my sixth or seventh tonight.

I approach lucky number five dressed in a blue tux, a well-ironed dress shirt, and an 'I'm too rich for you' look.

"Hello," I greet.

He turns around completely facing and smiles.

Or smirks.

I can't really place my finger on it.

"Hi" he replies, his voice deep, and baritone.

I involuntarily shiver at the tone.

"Yeah hi, so I was wondering if you could give me a ride".

He chuckles, his deep voice vibrating through the air.

"Could you care to explain why I would give a random, albeit hot girl a ride?"

"I don't know dude, but can you?" I reply get irritated.

"Well if you can agree to some terms, I might"

Again.

Another fucking time.

I sigh in frustration and just walk away, grabbing a drink from the top of a tray angrily.

Why can't people give people ride without having to fuck them?

I down the drink at one go and sit on a chair, facing a table.

Ughh

I feel sick.

Maybe too many drinks weren't such a good idea to celebrate when mother left.

My sight gets a tad bit blurry and I blink multiple times to try and regain it.

My brain is shutting down all my limbs at once.

You'd think that after the night at the bar incident, I'd learn.

I didn't.

And...

I pass out. On a table. In a freaking ball.

Great.

Noah's POV:
I look around for Riane, or Rylie but with no hope just when I needed it.

Fuck.

I grab my first drink of the night from a nearby waiter and down it.

I'm not allowed to drink anywhere my father or any of his potential business partners are.

Well, fuck it.

I look around to see that all the girls in the hall, accompanied with a douchebag around their arms.

Yes, I know that they just want to do the same thing, I do, fuck and leave.

And I'm probably an asshole for that.

I agree.

But I always let them know what's going to happen afterward and they seem to understand.

And I make sure they're not drunk out of their senses so it's not considered rape.

I sigh, my mood for the night already ruined.

I look around and find a girl resting her head on a table.