Page 26 of Nightmare

I know Jax, and I know that when he mixes weed with alcohol, there’s a very small window of consciousness. So, he will definitely be passed out soon.

I also know Mac, and I know he doesn’t lose at pong very often, so I’m sure this was some elaborate plan to get Summer all to himself for the night.

“Alright, well finish up your game and deposit the princess in his bed, Olivia just texted me that they’re on their way.”

Mac gives me a nod and another grin before the blonde across the table sinks the pong ball into the last cup sitting on this side of the table. Jax groans and picks up the cup, throws it back then crinkles it up in his hand before throwing it down on the wooden floor with a loud groan.

Mac and I let out a laugh, then Mac grabs Jax’s arm to guide him to his bedroom. I hear a knock at the door, so I tip back the last of my drink and spin on my feet to answer it, rubbing my palms together to try and pull myself together.

I open the door and the two firecrackers are standing there with matching shit-eating grins on their faces. Olivia is dressed in a black dress that gives me a nice view of her tits and boots that look like they could crush me. She looks fucking delicious, her black hair is cascading down her back pin straight, her eyes made up to look darker and more mysterious. My mouth waters at the sight.

“Travis!” Summer yells in greeting, then scoots past me through the door and into the party completely disregarding me.

“Travis,” Olivia tilts her head at me and looks me up and down before sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, reaching out her hand to rub down my chest. “You going to let me in, or should we spend all night standing at the door?”

My face heats and I laugh as awkwardly as I feel, then pull her into the apartment, wrapping my arms around her lower back and sticking my face in the crook of her neck, nuzzling her like the little bitch I am lately. I take a deep breath of her minty vanilla scent, letting out a groan. “You look beautiful.”

Her shoulders shake with laughter, and she pushes out of my arms to give me a devilish smile, “Let’s get me a drink?”

I nod way more than I need to before pulling her behind me into the kitchen, waving my hands towards the bottles of liquor that are set up on the counter.

Pull it the fuck together, Monroe.

“What’s your poison?”

She bites onto her bottom lip, tilting her head to the side while she looks over her choices, then reaches out for the bottle of tequila and pours us both a shot.

She passes me one and then holds hers up towards me, giving me a smirk, “Cheers.”

We toss them back and she coughs on hers a little, making me chuckle. I put the shot glasses back down on the counter and pull her into the living room, then down onto the sofa with me.

“Are you gonna ditch me again tonight, Olivia?”

A smile breaks out across her face, which makes my stomach sink, “Most guys don’t have a problem with a girl leaving after they get off.”

She flips her hair over her shoulder, giving me the opportunity to rub my nose along the side of her neck before I reach her ear.

“I’m not most guys.”

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Drinking toomuch alcohol and sporting a semi for the last two hours has me telling everyone to get the fuck out of my apartment earlier than planned. I meant it when I told Olivia I wanted to spend more time with her. Not a lot of girls get my attention like this, and I’m not fucking wasting the entire night with a bunch of freeloaders drinking my alcohol.

Summer and Mac shut themselves in the guest room about thirty minutes after the girls arrived, so I’ve been trying to charm the dress right off of Olivia. I feel like I’m being tortured with all these people around.

She grabbed everyone’s attention, cracking jokes and throwing her head back in laughter in the gorgeous, spine tingling way she does.

I’m a fucking dead man walking.

Nothing in the room existed besides her, I just watched her talk and drink and laugh and shake her ass to the music all night. I don’t think I said a word to anyone.

Once the last of the party goers are out my front door, Olivia stretches out on the sofa, staring up at me through her dark eyelashes as I walk back into the living room.

I pick up my phone, hitting play on a new playlist, trying to drown out the noises that are radiating from the guest room, and music starts playing through the Bluetooth speakers on the walls.

Running my hands through my hair, I crouch down next to the sofa where she’s laying and stare into her giant green eyes.

“You going to stay with me tonight, pretty girl?”

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