Page 66 of Sparks Fly
I can tell he is hurt but I needed to do this. “Yes.” I turn my face away from him and watch the singer again who just begins playing a new song.
“Fine.” He pushes back on the chair and storms away, not once looking back.
My heart aches in my chest but it was done for the right reasons. This wouldn’t have been good for either of us.
Finishing my last glass, I pick my knife and fork up and tuck back into my food.
Then I continue drinking another two bottles of wine.
Which was amistake.
Huge.
Stumbling home,the fresh air knocks me for six making the three bottles of wine I consumed hit me, hard. I don’t even know how I made it home. I see two of Alexandré who rushes over to me. I pat his chest and tell him he is a nice man. He mutters something in French and walks me to the lift.
I try and get away but how it goes in my head and how it goes in real life are two different things.
Walking me into the lift, he follows behind and presses the floor for the penthouse.
“Is Mr Lexington home?” I slur and he gives me a soft nod.
“Oh goodie.” Sarcasm drips off my drunk tongue and I roll my eyes.
“Mademoiselle.” He ushers me forward and leads me towards Creed’s door.
“You have to be quiet, Alex, he will be asleep.” I think I am whispering, but the way Alexandré winces, I’m certain I am not. “You don’t mind me calling you Alex, do you?”
He sighs heavily, pushing a smile on his lips before he presses the doorbell.
“Shhhhh.” I press my finger to my lips and that’s when the door swings open, a pissed off looking Creed framed by it. He eyes me, then Alexandré. They converse in French and then Creed takes me from Alex, wishing him goodnight and thanking him. Alex scarpers down the hallway and into the waiting lift.
“Hello, Mr Lexington,” I sing, and he grunts in response as he swoops me up with one of his arms, and I throw my arm around his neck, accidentally hitting him in the jaw as I do. “Oopsie.” I giggle and he growls.
“You’re drunk.”
“You’re observant.” I bury my face into his neck and inhale. “You smell really good,” I admit, sniffing him again.
He ignores me, but I can feel his chest vibrating and I am sure he is chuckling lightly to himself. Walking me through to my bedroom, he drops me down onto the bed.
“I’ll get you some water and painkillers.” His lips twitch as he looks down at me.
“Ah, my hero.” I place my hand over my heart, and he shakes his head, tutting on his way out.
The room is spinning, my belly churns and I am annoyed now that I drank so much. Silly, silly, girl.
He is back, still looking grumpy and handsome and no doubt still smells amazing. Leaning over, he places the iced tap wateron the side table and then pulls me up so I am sitting on the edge of the bed as he drops two painkillers into my palm.
“Take them,” he orders and he stands, arms crossed waiting for me to swallow them down.
“You’re bossy.” I roll my eyes and just as I am about to put them in my mouth, I heave, my eyes widening before I throw up.
All down myself.
Tears stream down my face, blinking at him. His hardened expression changes, softens slightly.
“It’s okay,” he utters, “I’ll be back.” He walks out of the room and I am still sitting there, crying in my sick covered clothes, and I have never felt more humiliated than I do now.
Hot tears roll down my cheek, and I am silently begging that he will walk through the door and take this all away from me. The sound of his footsteps approaching has me looking up, eyes red rimmed, bottom lip trembling.
