Hope you all enjoyed the fourth chapter. This chapter will mostly be in AJ's point of view. Enjoy!
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Recap: AJ , Heather and about half of the TNA roster headed out to Club Evo for Jeff's party. Heather and AJ headed to bar where Heather handed AJ a shot glass full of Jack, throwing him off guard.
Phenomenal Mistake
"So are we just gonna stand here and drink, AJ?"
"That's up to you. This whole party scene isn't my thing, though."
"It's not mine either but I'm willing to have a good time." I smiled as Heather handed me another shot. Five minutes and about twelve shots later, Heather and I were giggling next to the bar. Well, leaning up against it rather because we were quite hammered. "I'm serious. Who told you that white wrestling trunks were attractive? They show everything." I just shook my head while laughing like the drunk I happened to be at that moment. "Oh god." She downed another shot and looked towards the dance floor. "Come on, let's dance." I finished my shot and shook my head. "Oh, don't be such an old man. There is no negotiation in this." She grabbed my wrist and dragged me towards the center of the dance floor. We reached our destination and Heather quickly attached herself to me and began to dance in time with the song. I honestly had no clue what to do seeing as I wasn't a big club kind of guy but with Heather dancing on me, it was hard to ignore her. I soon began to move in time with Heather and it fogged my brain even more than the alcohol was. I wrapped my arms around Heather's waist, bringing her even closer to me and sending shivers up my spine. There wasn't an inch of space between us and I was soon becoming addicted to the feeling of her body on mine. It felt like the song was going on forever but I didn't care; if it kept me this close to Heather, the song could go on for days and I wouldn't argue. Heather stopped dancing and dragged me back to the bar. I was kind of glad that the music was almost deafening, that way Heather didn't hear my whine of disappointment at the loss of contact. Heather ordered us a few more shots and a couple more mixed drinks. I was glad we didn't fly out until later tomorrow night or otherwise all of us would be on a plane with major hangovers. We downed the shots and while we were drinking our other drinks, I noticed Heather scanning the club.
"Find someone?"
"That a trick question?"
"What makes you say that?" Heather laughed and propped herself up against the bar, unintentionally showing off her arm muscles.
"I came here with you, AJ. Why would I be looking for anyone else?" I swear the alcohol made me say the next thing that flew out of my mouth.
"But we aren't dating." I watched as anger flashed across Heather's eyes and I sobered up instantly.
"Fuck you, Styles." She grabbed my drink, threw it in my face and made her way past the mob of people and out the door. I felt someone throw something at me and saw that the bartender had thrown me a towel to wipe my face off.
"Thanks, man."
"No sweat, bro. It may not be my place to say but you two didn't look like you weren't dating." I groaned and attempted to bury my face in the towel, earning a laugh from the bartender. "I suggest apologizing to her and fast because with a Southern girl like that, they tend to hold it against you for a long time."
"Thanks. I'll do that." I handed the bartender his towel, plus a twenty dollar tip, and made my way outside. I flagged down a cab and had him drive back to the hotel so I could apologize to Heather. I made it back to the hotel in record time, paid the cab driver and damn near stumbled out of the cab so I could track down Heather. Thankfully, I spotted her vibrant dress walking into an elevator so I ran, or the drunk equivalent, to the elevator and stumbled into it just as the doors shut.
"What the hell do you want, Styles?"
"To apologize. And I'm not leaving your side until you forgive me."
"Then you're going to be stuck outside my door a hell of a long time." Man, her Southern accent was more defined with the angrier she got and I couldn't deny what it was doing to my lower regions. Heather stormed past me to her room but I managed to catch up with her just as she opened her door, pushing us to the ground and sending us toppling onto the floor, with me on top of Heather. "Get off me, Styles."
"Not until you forgive me for what I said."
"What you said hurt, AJ. Why should I forgive you?" I didn't respond, I just kissed Heather with every emotion that I felt in my body. She flailed about for about a minute but as the kiss intensified, I could feel Heather soften into the kiss. I pulled us to our feet, without breaking the kiss and pushed Heather against the wall, making Heather groan into the kiss. I pinned her hands above her head against the wall and I felt her push against me, which I couldn't decipher as a good or bad thing. I moved my lips to her neck, earning sighs and soft moans of approval.
"Please forgive me." I whispered my apology against her neck, making her turn her head and offer more of her neck to me. I continued to apologize into her neck, repeating the phrase as if it was a mantra. I continued until I felt Heather arch up off the wall and push me off her.
"You had better be sorry."
"I can't even begin to say how sorry I am."
"Good." Heather threw her arms around my neck and started kissing me. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me. As we were kissing, Heather guided me towards the bedroom and she pulled away to shut the door. She pushed me onto the bed and I sat there, wide-eyed and confused as to what just happened. "Not a word to Jeff." I just nodded, earning a small smile from Heather. She closed the distance between us and pushed me backwards onto the bed, pushing her heels off and straddling my hips. If this was going where I think it was going, I was pretty sure that Heather had forgiven me.
-FIN-
That's it for this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Next one will be out soon.
