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Chapter 15: Edward.
It's getting late and I'm fucking hammered. The lack of entertainment had me chasing the bottom of crystal glasses;, my mind's preoccupied until I feel an arm around my shoulders.
He smells like sex, leather, and some type of expensive cologne. Fuck. I'm getting even more turned on right now.
"Buddy, if you think I'm gonna let you drive home, you're delusional.," Jasper sighs. His club is practically deserted, the sun almost rising, and my spending money has long evaporated from my wallet. That's gonna be a fun credit card bill.
"Jasper, please… I'm not a child," I mutter.
He chuckles. "No, you're not. But you're fucking drunk. And I'm gonna book you a room at the hotel around the corner. Understood?"
I let my head fall back, sighing deeply. "Fine. Fucking fine. Just tell me which one," I grumble. The moment I get off the bar stool, I almost slip and lose my balance, my fingers curling around the edge of the bartop to keep from making a fool of myself.
Fuck. This scotch hits harder when you stand up.
"Tell me, Jasper. You reek of pussy. What have you been up to?" I narrow my eyes as he starts laughing.
"Let's say I made a new friend."
"Oh… Let me guess. You added a new kitten to your litter?"
He slaps me on the back, throwing his head back in laughter. "Fuck, I couldn't have said it any better."
"I think I'm gonna go… Enjoy your pussycat."
"Not so fast, Masen." Jasper yanks me back, fisting the back of my shirt. I arch my brow, daring him to do that again. "The Imperial Hotel. Reservation under Hale, my treat."
"You really didn't have to do that. I'll just call a cab," I say.
"Nonsense. They already charged my card."
I roll my eyes, feeling like I'll never win this argument. So I thank Jasper and get on my way.
"Fucking Christ." I lean against the wall outside, grabbing a smoke. The outside air hits hard and cool, and I take a few breaths, realizing I really did drink too much. It's a good thing I don't do this regularly.
"Got a light for me? My fucking Zippo broke on me."
I eye her, leather jacket, big fucking leather duffel bag slung over her shoulder. Her hair's a little tousled, sexy as fuck.
"You're talking to me, wow." It's immature and I know that, but I want to toy with her. After all, this might be my last chance before she leaves.
"Yeah I'm fucking pissed Jas is stashing me away at the Imperial. As if I can't take a fucking cab home." She rolls her eyes, and it's cute and hot all at once.
"You too?" I take a drag and hand her my lighter, hearing her sigh in relief as she inhales deeply.
"Fuck. I never let go like that… I'm never drunk here, ever. Zero tolerance policy. At work, during play parties… I barely drink at all."
"Same."
"So, truce?" she asks. Her eyes are lined with the deepest of blacks, making her dark eyes smolder and burn.
I give her a lopsided smile, ready for the kill.
"Truce… want to get one last drink in the hotel lounge?"
She looks at me funny, one brow arched and her lips pursed. I'm impressed with her beauty and authority, but no way I'm letting that be known.
"Fine. I guess we should start with a clean slate. We'll run into each other often if you plan on becoming a regular here." She takes another deep drag, like she'd been waiting to get a smoke for far too long. "It's probably best if we get along… playing in the same sandbox and all. " Havoc chuckles.
"I know, and I really apologize if I've been rude. It's just…" I swallow thickly before I take another drag. "I was sorta intimidated by you, and that's where I become a world class ass." Havoc laughs at my fake confession, dark eyes peering up at me as if she's attempting to see right through me.
"Intimidated?" She laughs. "You? Oh, please…"
"You know, Mistress, let me take you for that drink and I might spill all my secrets."
There's a gleam in her eyes I haven't seen before. It's dark, giving her exterior even more of a seductive touch. Fuck. She likes me calling her by her title, doesn't she?
Havoc's right… We've been acting childish. I should at least put in an effort in trying to be civil. After all, it can only aid me in my efforts, in my plan.
Mhmmm. A plan, you say?