I Crash You

22 - Gala Oh La Laaa

Perfect - Ed Sheeran

[Edited]

Sorry, a little high on the title. I swear it's the last oh la la based. K, bye, to my soul. Cheers!

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Once the celebration was done, I dug in for some food then took a glass of wine. Vanya had left me to meet a certain someone. Hollan? He's fucking dead drunk. Same as me, he wasn't the heavy drinker, so did a few others. It was such a mess that I got a headache. The background music faded as I headed outside, to stroll on the damn hella vast pool on the side of the mansion to clear my mind. Nobody was there. Or that's what I thought.

"Great to know my girl can take care of herself." A hand pulled and trapped me against a pillar near the stairs towards the pool. I swear he's a bowling lover, he loved to pin me down.

"What the fuck. Who is whose girl. Fuck off," I tried to push him. Stupid decision, I would agree. It's pretty useless. "Why are you even here?" I groaned.

"As a matter of fact, it's my house.. And it's nice and serene out here." All correct.

"And, you almost spill my wine, mister."

"Wine is your favourite, I believe?"

"Yes." I gulped down my wine either way. "Jealous?"

"Of the glass you kiss? Or because it's your favourite?" I was the one asking yet I was the one blushing. Must be the wine.

"Not exactly, it's rather hard to find the wine among those other liquids." Or maybe I was just too tipsy to notice further.

"Really? Sounds easy for me though." My breath was put on halt as he leaned in until our lips almost touched, but then he paused. He raised my chin with his index finger and slipped his thumb between our lips then brushed it over mine gently before retreating back and licked his thumbs instead.

Oh holy motherfather. Not even a spinner inside a rocket could beat how quick this little heart pumped out blood, it was on its climax. I might've melted into puddles and cohabitated myself with the water in the pool straight away.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I tightened the grip on the glass, worried it might slip and break into pieces anytime soon because this irregular heartbeats were foreign to me, I felt like I had a heart attack. Call the ambulance for me, please.

"Sweet, indeed." That's all he answered, or reviewed, or whatever it was.

Fucking asshole.

After a minute of us just staring each other's eyes intently, I broke the silence.

"Oh, by the way. The gala's done. I can ask you for anything, right?" I smirked.

"Yeah, but not my brain or something like that cause I still have to run the company." He scoffed.

"Smarties. How did you know, hired a seer beforehand?" I chuckled.

"Tell me what you want. I didn't get to compensate last time. I really don't think it would be equivalent to any of your dreams and such anyway, so just let me try to make it a little better. I do owe you plenty." He sighed.

"Yup, it's really a lot. Then tell me how much would you lose in a year if you or Ardan didn't take over the company, in terms of dollars. Millions? Billions? 3? 7? 8? No. 5?"

"Seriously?" His expression was absolutely showing the are-you-fucking-serious look.

"Yeah, I can count. And just answer me."