Head over Heels (ON HOLD)

Chapter.22

Rachel.

Rachel was standing on the bar counter and was dancing on a pole. The men around her was ogling at her. It was obvious that she was drunk. Christ! Men were going wild only on seeing her. I so wanted to smash all those faces looking at her as if they wanted to fuck her.

Damn it! She's wasted now.

Indeed she was looking dead drop gorgeous in her sexy attire. She was swinging around the pole, giving flying kiss to her admirers, swaying that hip of hers. God even I am losing it! This new avatar of my girl I would prefer it to be seen only during our private time not with thousand different audiences.

I make my way through the crowd and when I finally reach her she gives me her best drunk smile. God!

"Remoooooo." She literally drags my name.

"Honey, wanna break up?"

"Rachel, come down for God's sake love."

"Love? Aww!! It sounds too sweet in your mouth."

"Come we'll dance together." She tries to drag me along with her and grabs me me by my collar. I make use of this time and grab her by her wrist and bring her down.

"Remo..... that's not fair honey." She hiccups. And begins to giggle. When I eye her suspiciously, "And when have you played fair." She tries to stop her giggling by keeping her hand on her mouth.

"Come let's leave."

"Yes, let's leave. We'll go to my house and we'll make cute little Rachels or devilish Remos."

God! She's not drunk only but somebody had spiked her drink too. Bastard!

"Remo, aww you are looking really hot in this white T-shirt of yours." Rachel tells by cupping my face.

"Rachel, we'll talk later." With that I put her on took my shoulders and drag her out.

"Remo, put me down." She screams yelling and beating my shoulders.

"Hey, is she your girl?" A drunkard questions me.

"Any problem?" I really wanted to smack that dickhead so badly.

"Hey, I wanted to get laid today." Screams another at me.

Don't go there asshole. You have already stuck the wrong chord with me dickhead.

Still holding Rachel I launch an unexpected attack on the dickhead's face. As he was drunk he lands on the floor with much grace than I had expected. For doing such a menial I am gifted with a giggling from my girl.

Fuck! How I missed this.

Without further delay I make my way out of the drunk crowd with Rachel on my shoulders and grab her purse from the counter.

I place her inside my car and drive to her house. Throughout the drive Rachel was blabbering without making any sense.

When we finally reach her house she asks me to take her inside in bridal style. Smiling to myself at her frivolous atrocity I take her inside and place her in her bed as she had asked me to. I carried her in my arms in the bridal style!

"Am I heavy Remo?" She giggles which seems like the umpteenth time. I quietly remove her toms and try to tuck her inside the sheet. But she doesn't budge and sits up abruptly facing me.

"Come Remo, let's cuddle." She chuckles.

"Cuddle? You want that?"

"Yes." She pats the place next to her on bed.

I remove my shoes and socks and jump into the bed. Usually I sleep in my boxers but I don't want to scare her hence I leave my T-shirt on. She scoots to my side. And buries her face in my chest. I revel in her smell.

"No you aren't darling." I tell by cupping her cheeks.

"Hah! It's not my body that is heavy right honey. It's here." She points her hand at her heart.

I knew that she was hurt but now I realize the extend of her pain as it's clearly visible even when she's drunk.

"I know Rachel-"

"You know? No you don't honey, if you would have then you would have rushed to me. You know what? This stupid heart of mine was silently praying that like a genie you would pop out of the lamp! Eeeeee.... how foolish of me right?"

"I-"before I could finish she crashes her lips against mine. I am more than startled. Her plumy pink lips feels has a balm to my wounds. I don't kiss her back because I know that this kiss means nothing to her.

"Kiss me back Remo." She tells by pulling my collar.

When I don't respond, her face turns grim.
Fuck! I want to kiss her! But I don't want to her regret when she is sober.

"I know you don't like me. I knew it."

Before I could answer she crashes on her bed and is lost in the world of sleep. Her sweet snoring confirmed it for me. I smile at this.

"I like you much more than you can imagine Cara, that's the real problem out here." I tell her by brushing few strands of hair away from her forehead. I pull her closer and kiss her hair and drift off to my dreamland.

Today is certain, but I don't know what uncertain things are to be followed tomorrow. When Rachel is sober I don't want her to regret any of this.

Let tomorrow be a question for the next day because I am awarded to see a peaceful Rachel now and I can be gifted with a serene night today.

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