Page 23 of Red's Revenge

“Sugar, you need a glass of water, an aspirin, and some sleep.” She pouts as I kick the door to her room closed behind me.

“But you promised me a ride.” I can’t hide my chuckle at the absurdity of this situation.

I lay her down slowly and then gather the things she’ll need before I can let her pass out. I find a bottle of pain reliever on the bathroom sink and a cup I set in the sink to fill when a bright pink case catches my eye.

I lift it and turn it in my fingers before flipping the lid open.

Birth Control.

I look over my shoulder as she continues to giggle and sing Nancy Sinatra’s song in the wrong key with slurred words. I turn back to the sink and turn off the water. At the last second, I place the pink disc of pills in my pocket and go back to the bed.

“Here, take this and drink.” I shake out two pills and hand them to her.

“Why? I feel greattttt!” I bite my lip when she imitates the cartoon tiger from my favorite childhood cereal.

Drunk Camila is nothing but entertaining.

“Cami, I need you to trust me. I’m trying to help. You’ll regret it in the morning if you don’t.” She rolls her eyes, and the action throws off her equilibrium, so she falls over onto the pillows.

Christ.

She laughs hysterically as I right her and force the pills into her mouth.

“SWALLOW.” I let my voice grow deep and growly.

To my utter shock, she obeys and then pants slightly. I desperately wanted to reach down and find out how badly that one word affected her, but I kept my hands to myself. I would never take advantage of a woman in this state.

Unless she begged me really, really hard. I’m a gentleman, not a saint.

I tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear as I search her eyes. Her pupils are blown, her cheeks are flushed, and she’s licking her lips like a starved woman.

Same Darlin’.

“I’m going to go.” The temptation is too much.

I need to get the hell away from her before I lose all my senses and end up balls deep inside her.

“No, stay.” She grabs my hand so quickly I question if she’s as drunk as I initially thought.

“That ain’t a good idea, Sugar. I want things you ain’t ready or willing to give me right now.” She looks around the room and then points to the chair in the corner.

“Just until I fall asleep. Please?” Fucking hell.

I plant my ass in the seat she indicated and sigh. When I look up, her dress is clearing her head, and it flies past the bed to land on the floor.

“Much better,” Camila lays down, and I grip the armrest of the chair to stay where she wants me.

I have never in my life hated a set of sheets like the ones hiding her body from me.

I watch her for all of five minutes before she’s dead to the world. I look at the door. I could easily slip out, and she’d never know how quickly I left. She only asked that I stay until she fell asleep, and I’ve done that. So why the fuck am I still sitting here?

Cause I’m afraid to move and never be invited back in.

I close my eyes and lean back in the uncomfortable chair.

I could sleep on the other side of the king-size bed. On top of the sheets, of course.

I snort at my inner voice because we both know that was bullshit. I’d last two seconds in that bed with a naked Camila before ravishing her in all the best ways until she begged me never to stop.

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