"BECA SKYLAR MITCHELL!" Chloe's shrill of a voice came booming through my thoughts as the bathroom door swung open with a loud thud. She tore the shower curtain open and I stood there with my mouth ajar. Chloe's arms were waving around frantically as she yelled. "Are you going to get ready?! We have to leave in less than an hour and you've been standing here for like twenty minutes! You always do this! You wait until last minute to pack and then you get stressed out and moody then I have to deal with it and try to make you feel better which is totes aca-awful and practically impossible!" She reached out and shut the water off and I had to chomp down on the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling as the thought of the first time she barged into my shower crossed my mind. Her arms now folded tightly against her chest she was tapping her foot impatiently waiting for a response. I raised an eyebrow before reaching out to grab a towel to wrap around my body. She followed me as I walked into our bedroom and yanked open the closet removing a duffle bag, back pack and my golf bag. Turning around with all of them wrapped up in my arms, I dropped them at her feet.
"Look, all done." I gave her my signature smirk and watched as her eyes softened and she tried not to laugh. "Will you relax? You're acting like some kind of manager instead of my girlfriend. This weekend isn't going to be as bad as you think." I rubbed the back of her arms and pulled her closer. "It might actually even be fun, if you just enjoy yourself." I kissed her cheek and then her ear lobe. "See." I smiled into her neck taking my time on her pulse point.
"Oh." Her voice was practically a moan as I continued down to her collar bone. My hand slowly slipping under the top of her pants line. A loud bang come from the front door and Chloe shoved me away before shooting me a death glare and running towards the living room. "Get dressed and get your makeup on. You've got thirty minutes." She was panting and I could tell by the look on her face that she was upset that our moment was cut so brief. I smiled to myself as I shut the bedroom door behind her and did as I was told. "Stacie! I'm so excited to spend a week with you and the girls. I feel like after the last year this is much needed." I could hear Chloe talking through the door and sighed at the thought of how hectic this year had been, knowing I could only imagine how hard it was for the rest of the woman. Tears assaulted my eyes and I sat back down to fix my mascara. Resting my face in my palms as I took a few ragged breaths. "Beca?" Chloe's voice pulled me back to reality and I forced a small smile as I turned to see the flawless redhead peeking around the door. "Can I come in?" She asked respectfully and I nodded once in response.
"I love you." I let the words hang in the air as I stared in her deep blue pools. "I'm sorry, for everything I've put you through Chloe Beale. I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you and I have no idea to make that up to you." My voice hitched at the end of my sentence and Chloe shook her head violently.
"Stop it. I love you. I'll love you for the rest of eternity. I believe in you. You belong with me. As Stacie and Cynthia say, we're Bechloe." Chloe chuckled softly and I took note at how amazing that sounded vibrating off the bedroom walls. "Come on! It's time to go!" All seriousness slipped from the older woman's face and was replaced with excitement. I followed her to the door but when she reached for the nob, I spun her around to face me. Slamming her into the door much harder then I intended, gaining a small huff at impact from Chloe. "Fuck." Chloe muttered into my mouth before kissing me hard. When we broke for air I could feel Chloe's entire body begging for mine. "Beca…" She whined softly as her hands twisted into my hair. Suddenly she shook her head again, as if it cleared the beyond inappropriate thoughts from her mind and opened the door. The small group standing in the kitchen chatting took inventory of our appearances. Chloe desperately trying to stop panting and I was straightening out my shirt and fixing my hair.
"Really?" Aubrey asked impatiently. I just winked at her, causing her to throw her hands up in defeat as a response. Chloe snickered into my shoulder as I grabbed our bags. "This is going to be a long trip." Aubrey grumbled as we all made our way down stairs to Jesse's Suburban.
"Becs I can get my bags." Chloe whispered as we walked down the bright corridor.
"Ms. Beale, you will not!" I shouted theatrically. "This trip is about you hun. I have a few events to attend. Which I would love if you would join me for. Other than that, wherever you want to go or whatever you want to do. You got it. You deserve that. And that means not carrying your bags!" I explained to her softly as we continued walking to the car. Chloe's eyes glinted in the sunlight and my stomach did that thing it hadn't done since the first time I met her. We drove to the airport chatting and laughing, excited for the upcoming events.
"So what's first when we get there?" Aubrey turned around in the passenger seat to face me. Adjusting her hand in Jesse's who was grinning up at me in the mirror. My thoughts wandered back to the blonde the year I met her, knowing now why she was so uptight and hard on me back then. I smiled wider as I realized that I was thankful that the blonde was now in my corner and always had my back. I'd never admit that out loud though.
"We're playing golf at some country club for a few hours, followed by a dinner and then back to the apartment for a big mansion party at the producer's place." I grinned while looking at Chloe as she spoke.
"Hell yes!" Cynthia shouted causing me to practically jump out of my own skin. When I glared at her she just dropped her gaze and mumbled. "I really like golf." Stacie groaned at the confession and nodded.
"I don't know how to play so she never goes anymore." Stacie admitted. Chloe and Aubrey mumbled something about not knowing how to play ethier. Jesse laughed his goofy laugh and looked at Aubrey.
"Babe, the point of the three of you going isn't for you to play. I'm not sexist. Trust me. Beca is one of the best golfers I know. But Chloe, Stacie and you are meant to be arm candy today. We aren't just playing golf to pass time. We're meeting with this producer guy. Golf is a way to watch and feel out people without having to sit and have dinner or trade awkward family stories. If we show up with beautiful women and great friends. It says a lot about our character. Plus, the fact that we're dating the three smartest women at Barden makes it even better. Most women don't have beauty and brains. Usually it's one or the other." I was trying to gauge Chloe's reactions to the man's words but she didn't seem offended.
"Yeah why do you think I acted like a bimbo my freshman year?" Stacie chimed in. "I didn't want to scare everyone away having breasts like this and being a bio chem major." Cynthia laughed loudly. Aubrey started to protest in that feminist way that she always does when Chloe spoke next.
"Challenge accepted." Her voice rang, Aubrey stared at her in shock. "Normally I'm not one for standing around and pretending to be someone's trophy." Chloe made eye contact with me as a warning. "But if I don't claim my territory now, someone may get the wrong impression later down the road about Beca's relationship status. And that would get ugly on my part really quick. So a little Beale charm this week won't hurt anymore." Chloe winked at me and I could feel the temperature in the car rise by a few degrees. We made our way through the parking lot and airport quickly, loading onto the private jet. Greeted by the sweetest stewardess. We all sat facing each other Cynthia and Stacie sitting across from each other on the other side of the walk way. While Chloe sat next to me, facing Aubrey and Jess was across from me. I pulled my laptop out and pulled up a few mixing programs. "Can I watch?" Chloe muttered as she shifted to get comfortable. I smiled to myself before nodding. About an hour after we took off I shut down my computer and made small talk with Jesse.
"What do we wear to this golf thing?" Stacie asked randomly, filing her nails absentmindedly. Cynthia laughed quietly.
"Well Beca, Jesse and I have to wear golf clothes but you ladies will want to wear a dress or really nice outfit." Cynthia answered her wife seriously. "Did you bring that little purple dress?" She asked raising her eyebrow. Stacie thought deeply for a moment before a wide smile made its way to her beautiful face. "Yes, THAT dress." Cynthia was laughing now. Stacie nodded and smiled even wider, if that was possible. "Wear that." Cynthia said coolly.
"You brought the yellow dress right?" Jesse asked Aubrey who nodded still trying to figure out what dress Stacie and Cynthia were referring to.
"Oh yes! That'll look great with that one shirt you packed. And those pants." Aubrey winked, her attention fully on her boyfriend now. I groaned when I realized that they were all color coordinating and Chloe and I hadn't packed together.
"We're going to have to stop at Anne Marie's before we go out to the country club." I mumbled knowing that it would be much easier to buy me golf clothes that matched Chloe's outfit but it would be more fun for Chloe to get a new dress. "It's this little dress shop tucked away just up the road from the hotel. You'll love it." Chloe smiled but then frowned.
"I don't need another dress Beca." She admitted sadly. I leaned over and kissed her cheek.
"Please, just do this one little thing for me. It'll be fun." I pleaded. Chloe raised an eyebrow knowing how much I couldn't stand shopping. Especially not when the three friends were all involved at once. I just grinned lazily.
When we landed we all rushed off the plane and to get our bags excitedly. I turned around when Jesse tapped my shoulder, pointing at a man in a black suit holding a sign with my name on it. "What?"
"I told you, all expenses paid. VIP." I walked towards the man who smiled softly and introduced himself as William. "It's great to meet you." I beamed as I shook the man's hand. He then proceeded to try and carry our bags to the car. I quickly protested, looking up to see a limousine parked out front. "William, I understand it's your job to basically wait on us but we can get our bags. We just appreciate you driving us." He smiled widely at the kind words and nodded. "I do have a favor to ask, before you drop us at the hotel can we stop by Anne Marie's?"
"That's the little dress shop right?" He asked in a deep voice. I nodded as Chloe slipped an arm around my waist and extended the other to William and told him her name. He smiled as he put two and two together and nodded. "Of course ma'am." We all loaded into the vehicle and Stacie quickly poured us drinks. I laughed when I realized the ladies were drinking champagne and CR, Jessie and I were all drinking scotch. I closed my eyes and let the familiar burn tingle my throat thankfully. Chloe's hand rested lightly on my thigh as she giggled and talked with Aubrey and the rest of the group. We pulled into Anne Marie's and jumped out, following an excited Chloe into the store I watched as her eyes widened in amazement. A shop attendant approached us briskly, politely smiling at us.
"Could you help the lovely Ms. Beale find something to wear for our event today." I causally asked as Chloe stood grinning at me. The shop keep nodded and drug Chloe off somewhere. I sat down feeling a small buzz coming on. I grimaced as I thought quietly out loud. "Not today Mitchell. Get your shit together. Chloe believes in you, don't fuck that up." Stacie shot me a worried look but I waved her off. Chloe returned about twenty minutes later radiating happiness. "Well let's see it Chlo." I demanded playfully.
"It's a surprise!" She squeaked, I wanted to protest but decided against it and handed her my card. She frowned for a moment.
"Stop it, go get the dress and let's all go get ready so we aren't late." I smiled before kissing Chloe's delicate hand. She turned slowly and stalked off, returning with a dress bag and pushing my card towards me. I ignored the gesture and took the dress from her, handing it to William before opening the door for our friends. Chloe waved the card in front of my face, this time causing me to shove her hand away. "Keep it for the day, I don't need it and you ladies might want to go get drinks or something. I don't know." I mumbled avoided Chloe's look of frustration. I was thankful to dodge the daggers coming from her eyes when we arrived at the hotel. I checked in, getting three sets of keys for the suite and made our way to the room. After getting our bags settled into our respected rooms, the girls began the long hair and makeup process. Cynthia Rose and I touched up our eye liner and fixed our hair real quick as Jesse came strutting out in a yellow polo and white golf pants grinning ear to ear. I shook my head. Sulking off to my shared room with Chloe attempting to decide which shirt to wear, holding a black and white plaid shirt up and a dark blue polo with lighter blue diamonds on the abdominal part.
"Go with the blue. Black makes you look smaller and angry. Blue makes you look confident and strong. Plus, it makes your eyes look even bluer." Chloe's voice rang from the doorway, I watched her walk slowly to me. Turning me around and throwing the black shirt to the bed. Taking the blue one from my hand she unbuttoned my flannel slowly, eyes locked on mine the whole time. I gulped down the desire that was building. She tore my belt off and pushed me on the bed, glancing towards the door that was cracked open slightly. My pants were soon on the floor as she kissed the insides of my thighs, causing me to groan loudly. Chloe then jumped up, covering my mouth with her hand, glaring at me as a warning to be quiet or she would stop. She kissed her way back down to my thighs and the last fully conscious thought I formed was that this was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
I fell back on the bed panting, cracking my eyelids to take in Chloe who was still sitting on her knees on the floor in front of me. She reached over and replaced my underwear, followed by the black golf pants that I had set out on the bed. I reached for her, wanting to return the favor but Chloe pushed my hand away and slipped the polo over my head. Pulling me to my feet before making sure to turn my collar down and handing me my glove. I just stared at her in confusion.
"Just reminding you who you belong to Beca Mitchell. You may be some big shot but you're mine." Chloe's eyes narrowed and the fierceness in her face made me wonder if she was feeling insecure or not. I nodded slowly. "The bigger you get, the more woman and men will be throwing themselves at you. I just wanted you to know that you belong with me." Chloe stated confidently. She pushed me towards the door. "Get going, the girls and I will meet you three there. Fashionably late. Besides we want to see the look of surprise on everyone's face when we walk up." I nodded and Chloe slapped me on the ass and winked as I hesitantly walked away, wishing to repeat the scene from a few minutes ago.
I stood outside the door waiting for Jesse, my golf bag over one shoulder.
"Are you serious Chloe Beale?" Aubrey stage whispered on the other side of the door.
"Whatever Aubrey! It's totes no big deal. You're overreacting." Chloe retorted. "I'm nervous Bree. This is Beca's thing. I never got to see her in this element. The accident happened and ever since then, that part of Beca's life has been separate from me. I don't know how all this works or what kind of people we'll be around. Beca is absolutely gorgeous, compassionate and so freaking talented. I'm sure everyone's attention will be on her. I just wanted her to remember that I'm here." Chloe's voice was full of sadness and my stomach turned.
"If she can't remember that you're here, after everything the two have been through then she doesn't deserve you Chloe." Silence followed Aubrey's statement as the door swung wide open and I turned to walk down the hall with CR and Jesse hot on my heels.
As we pulled down the long road to the country club Jesse spoke softly, "I know you're going to hate me. Just don't freak out. So this producer, he's obviously funding our expansion and everything. You and Chloe were split up when I talked to him so… He thinks you're single. I think you might be inviting some women out to hook you up with." My eyes widened and my stomach twisted in anger as I instinctivly reached out and slapped him on the back of the head.
"You. Are. An. Idiot." I hissed through clenched teeth as I tripped out of the car. "Seriously dude? I can't believe you." I rolled my eyes and turned to grab my bag, a girl my size grabbed it before I could. Realizing she was country club staff I reached in my wallet and pulled out a ten dollar bill. Handing it to her and taking a few steps away before rotating slowly on my heels and facing her. Pulling out a twenty this time. "Hi, I'm Beca." I said shaking her hand, a wide smile crossed her face.
"I'm Hannah." She shook my hand professionally.
"Hannah, what do you want to be when you grow up?" I asked trying not to sound awkward, she thought deeply for a moment before laughing.
"I guess I want to teach dance or history." She responded. "I've been in dance classes since I was like three. I don't think I could live without it. If that even makes sense." She sighed as her face began to blush.
"I'm the same way with music. Just remember that the only person who will get in the way of your dreams is yourself. Here." I handed the bill to her. "So, I have a favor to ask. There's going to be a group of three lovely young women rolling in here pretty soon. All tall. All flawless. There's a blonde who might look like she's a little uptight. She's actually really sweet. I need you to make sure she gets a shot of vodka and a raspberry vodka lemonade before she comes out to the course. There's also a brunnette with huge…" I trailed off and grabbed my boobs, winking at the same time. Causing the little caddy to burst out laughing. "She's going to want a screwdriver and a shot of vodka. And then the redhead." I inhaled deeply, my grin growing even larger. "She's super important. She needs a shot of tequila. Give her this note. And make sure she gets a long island iced tea." Hannah looked at the piece of paper and looked back at me questioningly. "Can you do that?" She nodded and jogged off towards the outside bar, putting in my order. She saluted me as I loaded my bag onto the cart and laughed.
"Here we go." Cynthia smiled trying to calm my nerves as she sat on the cart next to mine. "I'll go check in." She wandered off towards the golf shop and I couldn't help but glancing back towards the parking lot every few moments. "They'll be here short stack. How many times did we have to wait in college for those women to get ready?" I tried to fight back the hearty chuckle that was in my throat but wasn't successful.
"Ms. Mitchell?" A booming voice beamed from behind me, causing me to spin around quickly. A tall man with blonde hair and black rimmed glasses stood staring in admiration. He couldn't have been over thirty two. He offered his hand and I took it confidently. "I'm Riley Wilson." I nodded and he glanced over my shoulder at my friends. I cleared my throat offering a large grin.
"This is one of my dearest friends Cynthia Rose. And you've spoke to my assistant, well soon to be manager Jesse Swanson." I motioned to the woman standing just behind me who took Mr. Wilson's hand firmly. Jesse did the same with that stupid goofy grin on his face.
"Mr. Swanson I thought you were bringing your old lady?" Riley shout out teasingly.
"You know women, always fashionably late. She'll be here, along with Stacie and Chloe at any moment." Jesse offered. "I love those girls but when you get them together it's such a long process." I knew Jesse was just joking but for some reason this rubbed me the wrong way.
"Well come with me, let's grab some drinks and head off to the driving range we have about an hour and a half until tee time." Riley gestured towards the building and took the way. I looked back at Hannah who smiled and winked at me. Confident that she was going to hold through on our deal I followed the man quickly. "How was the flight?" He asked completely focused on me, which made me squirm a little internally. I rambled about how it was great and the drinks were even better. "William is treating you right?" His eyes filled with concern, I laughed in his face practically at the thought of William being anything but sweet. I put my hand up as an apology.
"Please excuse me that was rude. William is such a sweetie. Practically a saint if you ask me." I offered a more appropriate response. Cynthia added something in about why William was so great.
"Okay good, he's one of our newest employees but I see wonderful potential in the young man." He leaned against the bar and ordered his drink. "Get whatever you'd like, remember everything from here on out is on me until you guys head home." He grinned almost seductively but I brushed off the thought.
"I'll have a double whiskey and coke." I mumbled to the bartender who then eyed Jesse who nodded.
"Make that three." Cynthia practically sang from two stools down.
"Top shelf." Riley pointed and raised an eyebrow in the bartender's direction. We took our drinks and followed Riley up the hill to the driving range. Setting up next to Jesse as Riley and Cynthia sat on the couch directly behind us. We hit a few balls before switching off with the other two in the group. I was about to hit a ball from my tee when my phone vibrated, I pulled it out and read the text with a grin.
"Can't stop thinking about you. Xoxo" Was the caption that was typed below a picture of Chloe in black lingerie, her hand pushed down into her underwear. A mocked look of surprise on her face. I shoved my phone away and lined up my shot, closing my eyes briefly to regain my control. We continued this pattern, ordering down for two or three more drinks each for the next hour. I was leaning against my club explaining the technique I used for my back swing to Riley when I heard another cart pull up.
"Ms. Beca?" Hannah's voice rang excitedly. I turned and lifted my hands in the air. "I just wanted to let you know that the women you told me about are here." Her eyes widened as she spoke. "They are flawless. I see what you meant when you described them all. Especially the brunette." Cynthia cocked her head and I laughed at the confused expression on her face. "I sent them inside for their drinks and gave Ms. Beale the note." I nodded and reached for my wallet. Pulling out another twenty. "No. You've given me enough money today ma'am." I said.
"Hannah, if you want to dance. You need money for the proper attire and equipment. Please take it." I smiled and offered it again. She took it reluctantly and made eye contact with me, her expression thankful. "Send them up here when they finish." She nodded and drove off. "Do you have any leeway on the employees here?" I asked with a grim expression on my face.
"Of course, I own this club. Why did she do something wrong?" His eyes narrowed for a moment before I shook my head.
"Quite the opposite actually. She's a sweet and brilliant girl. I can tell she's struggling. Maybe just toss her a bonus or a raise or something." I offered kind of shyly.
"Hmm. I'll get on that. She's been with us for two years now. Never had a complaint about or from her. How do you know she's struggling?" He asked.
"She felt awkward taking my money. Her shoes are completely worn out and she looks at the ground a lot. She's such a sweet girl though." I smiled at the thought of Hannah achieving her dreams. He nodded taking a mental note to pay more attention to the small blonde girl next time she was around. "Anyways, when you come back my sure not to twist that elbow so far in on the swing through." I went back to coaching Riley on his swing and stepped back watching the drastically improved drive. "Very nice. Next time close your stance by an inch or so and keep your back straighter." I added thoughtfully. He grinned and nodded thankful. Just then a girl with dark brown eyes and blonde hair strutted up with two brunettes and a girl with black hair just behind her.
"Riley darling!" The woman kissed either side of his cheek in greeting, as did all of her minons.
"Kara, Holly, Katy and Gina. This is Beca Mitchell and her friends Jesse Swanson and Cynthia Rose." Riley intorduced us casually. Not seeming to be phased by the attractive women who now sat down and were chatting casually. I took a gulp of my drink feeling awkward as Gina's eyes scanned my body.
"Mr. Wilson, can we get a bottle up here?" I asked trying to sound as cool as possible.
"We'll get two and a cooler of coke for you." He pulled out his phone an called down to the bar. Jesse eyed me suspiciously as I chugged the rest of my drink. Sulking of towards my spot on the range. Hitting a few balls only stopping when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. I jumped away when I realized it was Gina.
"So you're the big shot music producer huh?" Her voice was deep and seductive but I tried not to visually cringe at the thought of the woman coming on to me. "What cat got your tongue?" I just blinked not sure how to respond without coming off as completely rude. She glanced down at my hand, eyes taking in the silver band on my ring finger. "What are you doing here all alone stud? What is a girl like you doing without a girl on your arm?" She asked more serious this time.
"Beca honey, sorry I'm late!" I heard Chloe's angelic voice sing from behind me. Spinning around to rest my tired eyes on the beauty that was Chloe Beale. Her hair fell in perfect curls around her face, spilling over her shoulders. Her makeup was a little darker than normal but it highlighted her already unbelievably blue eyes and my eyes hesitated on her lips wanting nothing more than for her to kiss me right now. She was wearing a blue dress that matched perfectly with my shirt, it hugged her in all the right places. Causing me to shift awkwardly at how seriously perfect she looked. She wore matching black heals that made her just a bit taller which was okay because my golf shoes pretty much evened us out. Her ring had been placed back on her finger, which surprised me a little because even after we got to the hotel she insisted on not wearing it because she didn't want to confuse our friends. The familiar necklace on her neck made my heart melt a little as I stood there. Chloe gracefully strode over to me with a dark drink in her hand. She stopped just in front of me, taking in the look of pure love in my eyes and froze for a moment. "Hi." She whispered innocently.
"Hey." I mumbled back. She leaned in and kissed me deeply before pulling away and placing her hand on my cheek. "You look so beautiful Chloe." Was all that I could muster, she giggled in response. Raising an eyebrow as she side glanced at Gina next to me. I blushed slightly and bit my lip.
"You look very handsome yourself darling." She handed me the drink and linked my arm with hers. Pulling me away slowly towards the group, every eye staring at the perfect being draped over my arm. "If you touch her, I kill you." She breathed in my ear. Although I knew I should be horrified, the change in Chloe's demeaned turned me on a lot more than I wanted to admit.
"Riley, this is the lovely Chloe Beale." I smiled proudly as I introduced her. Riley's jaw was slightly ajar as he stared in awe. Growing a little uncomfortable with the ogling I quickly added. "The beautiful Aubrey Posen. And Cynthia's wonderful wife and my best friend Stacie Conrad would be that banging brunette over there." I pointed to Stacie who flipped me the bird.
"I need to move to wherever you guys live. Damn." Riley joked gently. Gina gasped in an offended manner. "Let's get this game going shall we?" He asked pouring out shots of whiskey for Cynthia, Jesse and I. Stacie effortlessly poured three shots of tequila and pulled limes from the cooler for her and Bree and Chloe. Leaving the other girls to fend for themselves. "Umm, to a great week full of adventures, investments and maybe a little excitement." Riley spoke, his eyes falling on Chloe as he finished. I shifted and tried to push the frustration down. Chloe sensed my discomfort and slipped her hand into my back pocket, leaning into me so I could toss my arm around her shoulder. She smiled happily at Riley, ignoring that the last piece of his statement was directed at her. We took the shots together, my eyes falling on Gina who was full on glaring as she whispered something to Kara or maybe it was Holly. I couldn't remember. The alcohol made things a little fuzzy or maybe it was how intoxicating Chloe was in that damn dress.
"Beca Mitchell." Chloe's voice pulled me back to reality. "Stop drooling." She winked as my eyes traveled down her body. "My eyes are right here." She lifted my chin so my navy eyes were locked on her own Atlantic blue eyes.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled. "You're just so damn perfect." Chloe smiled, fully appreciating the sincerity of my words. My eyes traveled off to Stacie who was sitting with her legs crossed on Cynthia's lap. Aubrey was leaning into Jesse who was standing behind her laughing with his arms tucked safely around her waist. Chloe turned her back to the group before her expression grew grim.
"I'm warning you the Beale charm is in full swing today." I nodded as she stated the obvious. Her sweet home southern charm had been there since the moment she arrived. I blushed at the fact that she had been using names of endearment which wasn't typically how we operated. There was an edge of intensity to her charm tonight though and it wasn't going unnoticed by Beca or even Stacie for that matter. Who was secretly watching from the sidelines, secretly aroused by the redhead's games. "If that blonde doesn't keep her hands to herself I swear I-"
"Chloe." I interrupted pausing before softly adding. "Darling." With a teasing grin. "I'm fully committed to you and only you. You're my home remember?" Chloe's expression changed slowly as she nodded. "Now let's turn up the Bechloe charm and do this thing together?" I offered her my hand and waited for her to take and turn before slapping her on the ass playfully. She shot me a playful look but continued walking. "Let's play some golf." I announced excitedly to the group. The carts fit groups of four on them so Chloe and I paired with Gina and Riley. Chloe twisted her fingers in mine as she thoughtfully stared off looking at the course off to her right. I hopped off the cart and grabbed my driver following Riley out onto the grass to set up for tee off. We all teed off pretty successfully, occasionally I glanced back at the girls who were chatting on the carts and shot Chloe an apologetic glance knowing how quickly they'd all get bored. When Stacie tried to pass Chloe a bottle of vodka secretly I shot her a look, gaining a shrug and wink in return. In a lot of ways Stacie Conrad had changed since our time at Barden together, then again in a lot of ways she hadn't and I wasn't so sure she ever would. I watched as Chloe took a long pull. Suspicion rose in my chest when I caught Gina smirking at Chloe from the other cart full of her minions.
"This is going to be a long night." Cynthia muttered next to me, causing me to yelp quietly. She stared at Gina with irritation and looked at her wife with disbelief. "Stacie freaking Conrad." She took a step to stop the girls from drinking and I placed a hand on her shoulder, shaking my head in amusement.
"This is going to be a long and boring day for them. We talk business and golf and they sit there and look pretty. Let them enjoy the small perks okay?" Cynthia nodded after a moment and chuckled. We casually chatted through the front nine holes. My buzz was building as I steadily continued to drink, between the shots I snuck and the way Chloe brought me a new drink dutifully each time I finished mine. I wasn't sure I'd make it through dinner tonight without making an complete fool out of myself. As if she could read my mind a bottle of water appeared right in front of my face.
"Drink a couple of these please." Chloe wasn't demanding she was asking and I knew she was right. I downed the first one and she replaced it immediately with another. "Maybe switch to beer until we eat?" She added thoughtfully.
"Good idea Chlo. What would I do without you?" I smiled shielding the sun from my eyes to watch the glorious drive Cynthia just performed. I turned to Chloe who seemed like she wanted to ask me something. "What's up?"
"Umm. Tomorrow, can we go do something just us? Or will we be too busy?" The look of sadness on her face made my throat go dry. Her eyes scanning behind me in an attempt to avoid eye contact. Chloe was drunk, I could see it in the way her eyes were hazing over. I handed the unopened bottle back, grabbing her chin and kissing her softly on the mouth. Chloe was standing on a lower portion of the grass, causing her to stand on her tip toes in an attempt to get closer to my face.
"Of course we can. Do you know what you want to do?" I asked once our foreheads were pressed together. She hummed to affirm my question. "Just you and I. Will you drink that for me babe? Please?" She nodded knowing that I wasn't mad but concerned. Chloe began to walk away, sipping on the water. "Hey Chloe?" I called after her. She turned around with a confused expression. "I love you." I mouthed. She just waved me off and walked back to the cart where Stacie was sitting with her phone out. Aubrey still pulling off the bottle. "Jess, you may want to check on little miss sunshine over there." I jerked towards Aubrey, fear filling the boy's expression. "Chloe's getting drunk at this point. Posen can't hold her alcohol as well as Conrad and Beale." He nodded as a playful expression covered his features.
"Got it." He jogged off towards the woman he loved and she hugged him excitedly, he swung her around in a couple circles before setting her down. Gina and her friends rolling their eyes at the show of compassion for each other.
"So, Beca. Would you like to talk business now or wait for lunch? Don't forget we have that big dinner tonight out at the Fazio." Riley pulled me back to the present and I sighed.
"Let's do it over lunch. More relaxing and my brain function better when there's more food and less alcohol involved." I admitted jokingly.
"Thank god. I feel the same way." He said before walking off for his next stroke.
We all walked towards the country club, I winked at Hannah as we strode past. "Wanna load those three sets into the limo after giving them a quick cleaning?" Hannah nodded, I turned and pulled my wallet out again. Tossing another twenty in her direction, Jesse stopped and did the same followed by Cynthia. I smiled gratefully at the two before putting my hand on Hannah's shoulder. "Life gets better kid. I know exactly how you hurt right now." My free hand pulled Chloe over and twisted into her fingers. "She believed in me when I couldn't, I just want you to know that I believe in you." I reached into my pocket and pulled out two cards. One being Chloe's dance lesson card and the other being my business card. "Call if you ever need someone to talk to. Advice or a dancing master's opinion." Chloe giggled and nodded at the small blonde.
"You carry my business card?" Chloe asked softly as we walked away. I kissed her cheek and twisted my arm up over her shoulders as we followed the group inside.
"Yeah, you never know when an opportunity will appear in front of you. I believe in that whole heartedly." I admitted before pulling Chloe's chair out and sitting directly across from Riley who ordered a few bottles for the table and passed out menus.
A/N I'm sure that this chapter seems kind of irrelevant but just hang on one more chapter and it will all make sense. I promise there is a method behind my madness!