Page 135 of Never Die for a Sinner
It takes me a minute to register what she’d said before I chuckle under my breath.
“You’re drunk.”
“I’m not. You didn’t call me baby girl. You called me baby, which is different.”
By the way she’s slurring her words, she is most definitely drunk, but drunk minds speak sober thoughts, so I let her continue.
“Why are you taking care of me?” I can tell by the way her eyes shift and she sways that she’s trying to focus on me, but it’s not working out in her favor.
I don’t answer her. Instead, I toss the rag in the hamper before I take out her earrings and set them on the counter, and reach for her hand.
“You like me,” she breathes, and I don’t have the heart to tell her I don’tlikeanything about her. I’m obsessed. There’s a difference. I know because I asked Proctor. “Don’t you,” she taunts, reaching again for my dick.
Grabbing her hand, I pull it to her lap and take her chin with my other, forcing her to look at me.
“I’m going to say this one time, Ava, because you’re too drunk to remember. You are the only thing in my life that I have ever wanted, and the one thing I don’t want to lose. Now. You’regoing to be a good girl and let me take care of you because I have no fucking idea what I’m doing, but I want to do it right.”
Her mouth falls open, and she lets out a sharp breath, her eyes widening at my words.
I smirk quietly to myself because at least it shut her up for a few minutes.
“Hold onto my shoulders.” I pull her to her feet, and she wobbles unsteadily while I drop down and reach for her shoes. I untie them and toss the sneakers behind me, massaging the arch of her foot with my fingers.
She won’t remember any of this tomorrow, and I guess some idiotic part of me is finding excuses to be in her space when I’m not actively fucking her.
It goes against every single one of my rules, but right now, the only thing that comes to mind isfuck the rules.
Ava giggles softly, jerking her foot, and I chuckle under my breath. I slip back up her body and lift her dress over her head. When she’s in nothing but her—tempting—bra and thong, I spin her around to face the mirror and work on brushing the knots out of her hair.
“Stop giggling at me.” She continues, and I swat her ass. Not hard enough to sting. Just enough to get her attention.
Unfortunately, it gets the wrong attention when a soft moan slips from her lips.
“Baby, you’re making it really fucking hard to be a gentleman right now,” I murmur in her ear, and press a kiss to the top of her head. Hazy, half-lidded eyes meet mine in the mirror, and she bites her bottom lip, grinning. I splay my hand across her stomach, my tanned skin against her creaminess. In the mirror, we look like night and day.
“What if I don’t want you to be a gentleman?”
I grit my teeth, my patience wearing thin. Who knew my little housekeeper would be such a dirty girl when she’s drunk?
“Too bad. Come on, let’s get you in bed.”
I tug her hand, and when she opens her mouth to say something, that’s when all the vodka she drank tonight decides to get its revenge.
Her face goes pale, and she spins for the toilet, falling to her knees on the tile floor and emptying the contents of her stomach.
“Saw that coming,” I murmur, dropping behind her and gathering her hair behind her while she wretches. This isn’t my first experience with drunk vomiting, but I can say it’s the first time I’ve ever fisted a girl’s hair without my cock buried down her throat.
I do what I think is right, rubbing soothing circles down her back, but I have no fucking idea if it helps. When she’s done, she groans and lays her head on her hand and closes her eyes.
“I’m never drinking again,” she groans.
“That’s what they all say,” I chuckle. “Come on. We’ll brush your teeth and then you can go to bed.”
I help her stand and practically hold her up while she brushes her teeth. When she’s done, I stoop down and pick her up, deciding it’s probably best if I carry her to her bed. I lay her on the covers, oddly reluctant to let go of her when I grab the sheets to toss over her.
“I’m not ready for you to go yet,” she whispers, like the bogeyman is hiding in her closet, waiting for the moment I step out the door.
The air thickens, and I swallow heavily.
