Page 25 of Adoration: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 2)

“You are pretty old, right?” I asked Alexander and his date. “Are you two the same age?”

“How dare you?” his date started shouting, making my head hurt.

“Ugh,” I slurred under my breath. “You are making my head hurt. Keep it down.”

Layla and Lena burst into laughter and I promptly followed.

The limo came to the stop, and Alexander threw a firm glance at all three of us.

“Stay here and don’t move,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir,” I answered giggling. “I don’t want to get a spanking from you.”

He shook his head and three of us burst into another fit of giggles at my bad joke.

“Bye, woman,” I waved stupidly at the woman as she threw daggers at us. Before the car door shut, I announced. “I don’t think she likes us.”

“Who cares?” Layla spat out slurry. “She’s a bitch.”

Lena, always the nice one, commented in a slight slur. “We probably ruined their date.”

“Let’s dance,” Layla pushed open the door and left the car.

Lena and I glanced at each other, shrugged, and went along for the fun.

By the time Lena and I dragged our drunk asses out of the car, Layla had already tempted Alexander’s driver out of the car, stolen his keys, and turned up the car speakers to the max. The silence in the expensive neighborhood apartment complex was broken with blaring music through the speakers. Once she was done, she got out of the car. The poor driver, unsure of how to deal with a crazy like her, went after her, but she kept running and ended up throwing the keys out into the pond.

He looked pissed, throwing murdering looks our way.

Lena and I looked at each other as Layla strutted towards us, laughing and dancing.

“We have music,” she announced unnecessarily.

“I wish you hadn’t done that,” Lena murmured, although both of us had a slightly stupid smiles on our faces.

“You always get us in trouble, Layla,” I told her. “It seems a good idea till we are all in trouble.”

“C’mon, this is fun,” she yelled. “Let’s dance.”

Lena shook her head, always having a good common sense even if she was tipsy. I, on the other hand, didn’t have any sense as I took my Jimmy Choos off my feet, throwing them as far away as I could.

Maroon 5’s “Cold” came on, and both Layla and I thought it was a good idea to climb onto the car.

“No, no,” Lena was yelling at us. “We are going to get locked up. Larry is babysitting and won’t come save us.”

We both ignored her, too drunk and too determined to get to the top of the car. Luckily, it was easier for me to climb up since I no longer had heels on, while Layla was splayed face down on the hood of the car.

On top of the car, I swayed to the music, enjoying the tunes. Closing my eyes, I blocked everything and everyone but the cool, fresh air on my skin and the rhythm of the music.

“Livy, get down,” Lena was begging. “We woke the entire neighborhood up.” She was getting angry, I could feel it in her tone. She threw a motherly look at Layla. “Layla, go get her shoes. Now!”

“What the fuck are you doing?” Alexander’s voice had us all three turning to face him.

“We want to keep the party going,” I slurred. “Want to party too?”

“I’m so sorry,” Lena apologized profusely. “Layla, go get Livy’s shoes.”

“I don’t want them,” I told her, bratty. “I don’t want anything from him!”

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