Текст книги "Lovely Distraction"
Автор книги: J. J. Dorn
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LOVELY DISTRACTION
Copyright ©2015 J.J. Dorn
Lovely Distraction is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously.
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First eBook edition: March 2015
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Editing : Deliciously Wicked Edits
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DEDICATION
Sometimes we find ourselves catapulted down a path in life until something or someone breaks up the momentum that is driving us. It is these moments that can become the loveliest of distractions, if we have the courage to let them.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
ChapterTwenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Epilogue
Other Titles
About The Author
PROLOGUE
“Are you totally excited or what, bff?” Olivia beamed at me from the window seat of our first class seats.
“Yes! I can’t believe we are going to Vegas for my Bachelorette party!” I was super excited for a weekend getaway with my two best friends, Audrey and Olivia. In a few short months I was going to be getting married to my boyfriend, Cain Stratford. We had met in law school during our third year. He invited me to a join a study group with him. I thought at first he was just trying to use me for my brain but I was wrong. It took Cain all of three study sessions before he asked me out with such confidence it stunned me at first. But I knew on that first date that Cain and I were perfectly matched. We had similar passions and goals in life. We made sense.
“I, for one can’t wait to get my party on,” Audrey announced from beside me, shifting my attention back to our ensuing trip. I was looking forward to this vacation. I needed it. I was exhausted between planning this wedding and working endlessly as a new associate attorney at a large firm. I was hoping a three day vacation would be the perfect thing to reenergize me.
“Oh shit.” I heard Olivia say as I was rummaging through my bag on the floor in front of me.
“What did you forget?” I looked over at her but her eyes were wide and her face was locked on the front of the plane.
I followed the direction in which Livy was looking and gasped. I couldn’t help it. The mere sight of him sent my body and my mind into overdrive. It took just a half a second before his eyes locked onto mine and a hint of a grin spread wide across his lips. Fuck my life.
“Oh no, here we go.” Audrey mumbled from the seat next to mine. I couldn’t respond to her. I felt like I was having an out of body experience. What are the chances that the one that got away, or in my case the one that ran away, ends up crashing my Bachelorette party?
March 20, 2009…
It was spring break and I was home in Huntsville, Alabama celebrating almost being done with my senior year at the University of Tennessee. Audrey, Olivia and I were on our second round of mojitos when a particularly gangly looking guy approached us.
“Hey ladies, what’s up?” he asked slurring his words slightly.
“Not much.” I jumped in before Liv got ahold of him. I love Livy but she isn’t the most patient person when it comes to drunken morons.
“Well my friends and I were just wondering if you ladies wanted to share a drink with us,” he asked swaying as he talked.
“Oh, that’s nice but I think we are okay.” I told him politely.
“Alright, well if you all change your mind we’ll be over there.” He pointed to a table full of guys that we had been ogling all night. The bar was pretty empty for a Thursday and the group of good looking guys had immediately grabbed our attention. We had chosen to go to our local hang out, Havens. It was a hole in the wall kind of joint, but it always provided endless entertainment.
“Wait, those are your friends?” Livy asked him, her mouth hanging open in astonishment that this kid would even know the guys across the bar.
“Yup. Well, have a nice night.” The drunken guy said and headed back toward his friends.
“Wait, we are coming with you,” Audrey piped up. She stood up and gave Livy and me a look indicating we were to stand up as well.
I followed behind Audrey and Liv as they proceeded to make their way across the bar. I was the shortest of the three of us. Being 5’8 isn’t really considered short but compared to my 5’10 friends; I’m the shorty spice in the group. I watched Audrey sashay her way toward the table. Audrey is a gorgeous girl. She has a supermodel frame that is all leg. Her soft brown hair is medium in length and on this night she loosely curled it giving her that very southern belle look she loved to do.
Livy also strutted her way over to the table with her signature flare. Like Audrey, she’s all leg but has subtle curves that drive men crazy. She is part Hawaiian with jet black hair and the most amazing golden skin that I swear actually glows. She should be a freaking swimsuit model. It’s so not fair.
Unfortunately, I’m not like my two best friends, I am not all leg. I am mostly long torso with some serious curves. Livy and Audrey are always telling me my curves are amazing and I suppose they are right. I know big butts are in thanks to Kim Kardashian, so I guess I have that going for me. I grabbed my stick straight long blonde hair and toss it over one of my shoulders. I don’t know why I was so nervous to talk to these guys, but something in the back of my mind told me to be on edge.
I caught up to the girls so we all reached the table at the same time. I came face to face with the most gorgeous navy blue eyes I had ever seen. I felt the air in the bar being sucked out and my mind raced like I was having a dizzy spell. I couldn't hear or see anything but him, it was like everyone around us disappeared and we were the only two people on the planet. He was freaking beautiful. He had the most delicious tan skin; it was flawless. I could see just a bit of his dirty blonde hair sticking out from underneath his white baseball hat and it intrigued me. I wanted immediately to pull it from his head and run my hands through it. The rest of him was just as delicious. His perfectly sculpted frame was tucked away behind a white button up shirt and khaki shorts, but I could still see the outline of hard muscle underneath his clothes.
“Ladies…these are my friends.” The drunken guy slurred, yanking me back to reality.
The guys all said hello in unison and I watched as they postured to see who would get to talk to which girl.
Hot blue eyes stood up from the table and put his hand out to me. “I’m Jamieson Wellington,” he spoke in the deepest, sexiest voice I had ever heard.
“Hi, I’m Jenna Middleton.” I extended my hand out to meet his. The second I touched him, I felt a wave of heat run through my whole body.
“Well, Jenna Middleton can I buy you a drink?” he flashed me a smile that had trouble written all over it.
“Sure.”
“What would you like?”
“Oh, whisky sour please,” I told him.
Jamieson ordered my drink when the waitress had returned. He found me a chair; conveniently it was right next to his. I looked around the table as I waited for my drink, trying to stamp out my nervousness. Audrey was talking to a very handsome looking guy with the most perfectly chiseled cheek bones. Livy was talking to a guy whom I think said his name was Julian. He was obviously South American of some sort and completely hot. His accent alone was utterly intoxicating.
“So tell me, Jenna. Why haven’t our paths crossed until now? Are you from Huntsville?” Jamieson asked me, looking intrigued.
“Yes, I was born and raised in Huntsville, but I have been going to school in Knoxville. I’m a senior this year.”
“How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?” Okay, kind of odd but I’ll answer him.
“Twenty-three. How old are you?” I asked him in return.
“A bit older. That probably explains why we have not met until now,” he drawled in his southern accent.
“Probably.”
“What is your major?” he asked and then took a sip of his drink.
“Computer science.”
“Wow I’m impressed, stunning and smart. That is a lethal combination,” he said flashing me a sly grin that sent my nerves back into overdrive.
I was totally blushing and I knew I was twelve shades of red by this time. “Thanks.”
Jamieson and I continued to chat back and forth for a long time. He asked me lots of questions, but rarely gave me any hints into his life. Not for lack of trying on my part, but he artfully avoided answering my questions. I realized quite quickly that I was in over my head. Jamieson was skilled when it came to ladies, he was an expert. He was a lion and I was his prey. If this was one of those discovery shows about wild African cats, I would have been the stupid gazelle that coyly looked at the lion begging to be eaten. The sadder part was I didn’t feel that bad about it. I was totally in awe of him. He was sexy as hell and funny too. He didn’t seem to have a problem making fun of himself or his friends for that matter. I thought that to be a bit odd considering I could tell this crowd was wealthy. Just from the way they conducted themselves, which was very intimidating. It wasn’t that my family was hard up or anything, we weren’t, but there was a difference between being comfortable and truly wealthy. I had a feeling Jamieson Wellington came from old southern money, the kind that I most definitely had no clue about.
“Oh shit! Mitch just got hit in the face!” One of the guys at the table shouted out. I snapped my head around to see a large husky guy punch their drunken friend in the face.
Chairs instantly flew backwards as the four boys jumped up to aid their friend. I looked over at the girls and we watched as the guys stormed out front of the bar.
“I’ve got to see this,” Liv said standing up and quickly making her way toward the exit. Audrey and I glanced at each other and then jogged to catch up with everyone.
When we got out to the front of the bar, there was a full on brawl taking place, it was hard to even understand what was happening. I could see fists flying and I think I made out the back of Jamieson’s head in the middle of the crowd. We pushed past the small crowd forming and I saw the guy we met earlier, Julian, had their friend Mitch up against the brick wall holding him back looking at his bloody nose. I felt bad for Mitch. He may have been kind of a drunken idiot, but he seemed harmless. I could see why the guys were protective of him, he didn’t mean to offend anyone—he was just clueless.
As I got closer to the center of what was happening, I saw Jamieson and my heart stopped. He was fighting the husky guy from the bar. It was a fairly even match but the big guy was definitely getting some good hits in.
I have no idea what possessed me but I took a step forward like I was going to intervene when a large arm stopped me. “Ladies, I think it’s safer if we stand over here.” The dark haired guy Audrey had been talking to ushered us off the sidewalk next to the parked cars. “Watch your step there is a curb there.”
I could tell this guy was a pretty boy. It was obvious from the fact all of his friends were fighting but he remained completely scuff-free. I don’t know why that bothered me but it did.
“Aren’t you going to stop them?” I asked him, my annoyance laced throughout my voice.
“Nah, they need a good fight every once in a while,” he explained to me like it was no big deal.
I saw something fly through the air and land in a clatter across the pavement. I crouched down to look at what it was and I could see it was a cell phone.
“Hey, I think your friend’s cell phone just landed under that car,” I pointed-out to pretty boy.
“Yeah probably.” He clearly gave a shit less about the phone or any of the events transpiring before him.
“Uh, aren’t you going to get it?” I asked dumbfounded. I looked at Liv and Audrey to see if they were paying attention but they were too concerned with the fight.
“Nah, I don’t want get dirt on my new shirt,” he said coolly.
That infuriated me. I stomped over next to the car and bent down to pick it up, not caring that I was in a mini skirt.
“Jenna, what the hell are you doing? Your butt is hanging out!” Livy exclaimed, freaking out.
“Well I think this is that guy’s cell phone and it flew off under this car. He may want it later,” I explained as I got down on all fours to reach under the car.
It took a minute but I grabbed the cell phone and climbed out from underneath the car. When I popped up there were three sets of eyes staring at me shocked.
“What?” I asked. “It’s not like he was going to get it.” I motioned to the useless pretty boy.
“You’re filthy,” Audrey gasped as she helped me dust off my skirt.
“Ah, it’s alright. It’s just a little dirt,” I told her unconcerned.
I looked around to see what was happening with the fight now. Climbing under the car had only taken a few seconds but it felt like longer because the fight had moved down the sidewalk.
“Alright, alright break it up you knuckle heads.” A huge bald headed man, covered in tattoos crashed in between Jamieson and the husky guy.
I recognized the big guy as a bouncer from Havens. He stood in between Jamieson and the other guy forcing them to go in separate directions. The husky guy hurled some insults at Jamieson and then slowly began to walk away with his friends. Jamieson made his way back up the sidewalk towards us. He stopped next to Mitch and Julian squinting at Mitch’s nose. He looked at it closely, clearly checking out the damage.
“I don’t think it’s broken bud,” he said in an even tone.
“I’m sorry man. I swear I didn’t know she was married,” Mitch replied looking a bit sheepish.
“It’s alright could've happened to anyone,” Jamieson reassured him, patting his shoulder.
I watched this whole exchange like I was watching a movie. It didn’t seem real somehow. I was in awe watching Jamieson go from raging maniac to calm concerned friend in seconds. I know it shouldn’t excite me, but somehow it did.
Jamieson turned around and looked over at the group of us as if he could tell we were watching him. He slowly began striding in our direction. I could see his white shirt was trashed. It had blood all over it, some of it was his and some of it was the other guy’s. He had a fairly large cut above his eyebrow which made my stomach turn a bit. I assumed he was coming to talk to his friends but instead he continued on until he was squarely in front of me.
“I’m sorry you had to see all that,” He watched my face for a reaction.
“Oh, no worries,” I stammered. “Here, I think your cell phone fell out of your pocket,” I said and thrust my hand out, holding the phone towards him.
“Thanks,” he replied quietly, taking the phone from my hand. When his hand brushed mine electricity melted its way straight up my arm again.
“It was nothing.” I blushed a bit under his stare.
“Yeah right you totally climbed under the car to get it and ruined your skirt in the process!" Audrey exclaimed. Thanks Audrey.
“You did that for me?” His eyes went dark and the intensity that lay behind them was intriguing.
“I knew you would probably want it.” I had no idea what I should have said to him. My mind had suddenly gone blank. We just stared at each other sharing some sort of weird silent connection.
“Hey you ladies want to meet us at Hals in a bit?” Julian broke in from across the sidewalk; putting an end to the connection between Jamieson and me.
Hals was a famous local dinner. It was the original greasy spoon, but it hit the spot perfectly after a night of drinking.
“Sure.” Liv agreed a bit too eagerly.
“Cool, meet us there in a half hour?” Julian told us as the guys started to walk away towards their vehicle.
Jamieson however, didn’t move. He was still staring at me.
“You’re going to come right?” he asked me.
“Yeah, it sounds like it.” I tried to play it cool.
“Good, I’ll see you soon,” his voice was quiet. He hesitated as he turned to leave but finally found his momentum and jogged to catch up with his friends.
“Uh…earth to Jenna. Come in, Jenna.” Liv waved her hand in front of my face waking me from my daze.
“Oh, hey,” I said groggily from my trance.
“What the heck was all that about?” Livy asked with her hands on her hips. Audrey stood behind her with the same question on her face.
“I really have no idea,” I told them truthfully.
“Well whatever it is, it looked like trouble.” Liv smiled. “And you know trouble can be a very good thing, right?” Her grin said it all; she thinks Jamieson and I were going to hook up or something. Liv and Audrey always gave me a tough time about loosening up and living a little. It wasn’t that I was stuck-up or anything, it was just that I was focused.
I just shook my head at them and began walking toward our car.
It had been almost an hour and a half since we left the bar. Audrey, Olivia and I sat in a corner booth at Hals all looking a bit forlorn. We finally gave up and had ordered food. We were now finished eating and the guys were still a no show.
“Maybe they had to take their friend to get checked out at the hospital? He did take a nasty hit to the face.” Audrey offered.
“Or maybe we just were stood up.” Liv bit back.
“Well whatever, I’m tired. Let’s just head home.” I said faking my tiredness. I knew Audrey and Livy were upset because they were enjoying our time with the hot guys, but I also knew they would get over it by tomorrow night. I however, felt a strange sense of loss. I couldn’t really describe why I felt that way but I did. It bothered me that I had these feelings; I had no right to such thoughts. After all we had just met and it wasn’t like I even really knew the guy. I just needed to go home and try to forget about ever meeting Jamieson Wellington.
CHAPTER ONE
“Let’s go, Jenna! I’m ready to get my drink on so hurry up.” Liv hollered at me through the bathroom door of our luxury suite at the Venetian. I was finished getting ready, but all I could do was stand in front of the mirror looking at myself in shock. I knew Audrey and Olivia understood why seeing Jamieson was blowing my mind but I don’t think they totally got it, and how could they? Not even they knew the entire history between us. How on earth did I get myself in this situation and how in the hell am I going to get out of it unscathed?
“Let’s do this.” I whispered to myself. After taking a deep, steadying breath, I opened the door to join my friends.
“You look hot, girl!” Audrey’s bright smile helped my nerves slightly. It had taken me over an hour to even pick out an outfit. I finally settled on my black lace dress. It was short, tight and backless. It showed off every one of my curves to the best of their abilities.
“Yes you do. Now let’s go show Jamieson Wellington what he will be missing for the rest of his life.”
I flashed a smile back at them and we proceeded to find the elevator. Livy had chosen a black and gold bandage dress that was one shouldered. It showcased her long Hawaiian legs perfectly. Audrey had chosen to wear an equally jaw-dropping dress. It was bright red, tight and strapless. It hugged her slim frame expertly.
As we piled into the elevator to head to the club, I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelmingly sense of nervousness. I tried my best to choke down my anxiety but a tiny voice kept telling me nothing will be the same after tonight.
As the girls and I approached the line for the club, we saw it was stretched down the hallway and all the way to the bank of elevators we had just emerged from. I instantly felt a bit relieved hoping we couldn’t get in and that finally destiny would work in my favor.
“Ladies! Long time no see.” I knew that voice instantly. It was Derrick Bedlington, pretty boy extraordinaire. When I met Derrick I instantly disliked him. He had such obnoxious good looks and he knew it. He was cocky and perhaps rightfully so. Derrick was rich; his parents were real estate tycoons in Alabama owning everything from high-rises to farm land. Thus why his inner circle consisted of Jamieson Wellington, heir to America’s largest whiskey distillery and Julian Vega sole heir to the Dominican Republic’s largest cocoa farm.
“Hey Derrick,” I heard Audrey coo from beside me. Those two had been playing a ridiculous cat-and-mouse game for the past five years and I for one couldn’t wait until they hooked up and got it over with.
“Ladies, we have a table inside.” Derrick motioned for us to step aside of the line and past the bouncers and front door staff. “The table is courtesy of James…in honor of Jenna’s upcoming nuptials of course.”
The mere mention of his name made me vigorously search Derrick’s face for any private knowledge he may be hiding. Derrick however revealed absolutely nothing.
As we entered the long dark tunneled hallway, I heard Habits by Tove Lo thumping through the speakers and I choked back the bile I felt rising in my throat. I knew he would be there waiting for me, I knew he would be looking gorgeous like always, and I knew there was no way I would be able to resist him, not this time.
We turned a corner and followed Derrick past the private VIP tables. I should have known that Jamieson would have picked the most private table in the club. He wanted to talk and he wanted me secluded enough to accomplish that goal. He was sitting in the far corner of our private table. He stood as soon as he saw us approach. I met his gaze and it happened. I had hoped after all this time that the potency of our connection had lessened, but unfortunately I was wrong. If anything it was more, so much more.
The music around us faded away, all the people surrounding us disappeared and it was just us. His eyes scanned my body and I knew he was taking in my very tight lace dress. I could tell he appreciated it by the way the corners of his mouth tilted up slightly and I saw a flash of heat in his eyes. I continued to walk toward him slowly but deliberately as if he was pulling me closer to him. It had been a long time since I saw him last. I could see a touch of age around his eyes but he still looked as handsome as ever. Jamieson Wellington had always been the most handsome man in my eyes and tonight was no different. He had dressed in dark jeans and a dark blue and purple pinstriped button up shirt. I could tell the shirt was a luxury brand from the way the material shimmered ever so slightly in the dim club lights. His dirty blonde hair was perfectly styled showcasing his blue eyes that continued to bore holes into mine from across the table.
I knew Audrey and Olivia were behind me. I could hear them chatting with Derrick and greeting Julian. I was being rude ignoring everyone but I couldn’t break the connection with Jamieson, we were having our own silent discussion of sorts. I came to stand in front of him and I cast my eyes down toward the floor trying to shield myself from his intense scrutiny.
“Hello, Jenna. It’s been far too long, don’t you think?”
His cold sexy voice gave me chills. I forced myself to look up at him again. “Yes it has, Jamieson.”
He motioned for me to sit and I did.
“Drink?” he asked.
“Sure.”
He leaned forward to grab an already-made drink from the table and handed it to me. “I hope you still drink whiskey sours. I took the liberty of making sure you have an endless supply tonight.”
I took the glass and began sipping it. “Thank you.”
Jamieson leaned forward and grabbed what I assumed was his drink, a whiskey on the rocks no doubt. It is the only thing I had ever seen him drink.
“Well I guess congratulations are in order.” he stated with a dark tone to his voice. “When is the wedding?”
“A few months.” I replied between sips of my drink.
“Are you happy?”
His words hit me and I almost spit my drink all over my lap. Well I can see he is not going to beat around the bush.
“Yes we are.” I answered quickly hoping to end this line of questioning.
Jamieson leaned forward and set his drink down on the edge of the table. He then turned toward me and I saw his eyes were burning with anger. “Do not lie to me, Jenna.” Excuse me?
I allowed his anger to wash over me, soaking it up as fuel for my come back. I took a long sip of my drink for added courage. “Why are you here, Jamieson? I know this isn’t a friendly coincidence, things with you never are.”
“I think you know why I’m here.” He tells me with a hint of a smile playing across his lips.
“What are you talking about?” I was getting tired of his games already.
“So you have forgotten…interesting.” He clearly smiled at me now.
“You know that whatever you’re talking about doesn’t matter now, right? I’m engaged, as in I’m getting married.” I was frustrated.
Anger flashed in his face. “You may be engaged Jenna but you most certainly aren’t married—not yet.”
“Whatever.” I knew I could push harder and try to get him to confess why he was crashing my Bachelorette party but I also knew I wasn’t prepared to find out, so I left it alone.
I continued to sip my whiskey sour and stewed about Jamieson’s arrogant and angry behavior. I tried my best to ignore him and concentrate on the conversations around the table. Olivia was occupied, chatting to Julian about her recent trip to Milan. After graduating from Alabama State with a degree in advertising, she landed her dream job working for a fashion magazine. Olivia now had the horribly daunting job of traveling around the world to the biggest fashion shows selling advertising spots. She clearly hated it.
Derrick and Audrey were also bantering back and forth. Derrick was rousing Audrey about working for “the man.” Audrey had gone to law school with me at Vanderbilt. She was now working for the prosecuting attorney’s office in Huntsville. Audrey is brilliant at her job; she has a passion for the law and it clearly showed as I listened to her correct Derrick.
I couldn’t be prouder of my two best friends and all their accomplishments, but it made me sad thinking of my upcoming move. Cain had accepted a job at his family’s firm in Mobile, so after the wedding we were going to be moving. Cain comes from a long line of attorneys. In fact when his mother and father married their families’ firms merged creating a super firm of sorts. They had offices all over Alabama and his father was grooming him to take over the firm as he had accepted a judgeship in Montgomery.
I was drawn out of my thoughts when I felt a familiar hand on my wrist. I knew while I was ignoring him he was analyzing me. I could feel him staring at me. I was trying my best to be immune to his gaze, but his touch I never have been immune to.
I look up at his face through the darkness of the club but I could see he wasn’t looking at me but my hand, my left hand to be exact.
“Is this it?” he demanded, in a dark cold tone.
“Yes.” I choked out. I knew he disapproved of my simple engagement ring, but I thought it was beautiful. Cain had picked it out and surprised me at a fourth of July party. I wasn’t shocked when he proposed. With Cain there were no surprises; things were just easy with him, predictable I guess.
“I thought his family had money.” Holy freaking rude much.
I scoffed at his comment and snatched my hand away from his. “I think it’s beautiful.”
“It’s not right,” he continued.
That was the final straw. I quickly stood to escape to the bathroom, it was all too much. I couldn’t handle being close to him, him touching me, analyzing me and now clearly judging me.
I tried to make my way past Olivia but my dreaded song came on. Olivia and Audrey have been my friends since middle school and for as long as I could remember, Sir Mix-A-Lots I like Big Butts had been our anthem. Shitballs, there goes my exit plan.
Audrey and Olivia screamed in unison and stood up grabbing my arms dragging me to the dance floor.
We got to the middle of the dance floor and Olivia spun around facing me. “Okay spill it. What in the hell is he doing here?”
“I don’t know. I asked him but he wouldn’t tell me. He just said I knew why he was here, but I have no idea.”
“Well clearly he is here to see you.” Audrey stated the obvious.
“Okay, well I guess there is only one way to find out.” Livy turned to storm back toward the table but I stopped her.
“Liv just leave it. He won’t tell you and I’d rather just ignore it for now.” I pleaded.
“Fine, but if he pisses me off I’m going to drag it out of him.”
“Let’s just pretend he isn’t here, drink his booze and do what we came here to do… party!” Audrey exclaimed.
“Ladies follow me. I think we need shots.” Livy added.
Audrey and I followed behind Liv to the bar where she ordered our favorite shots, Washington red apples.
I slammed down three and made a silent pledge to myself to have fun no matter what. Just don’t black out in the process, you have never been great at holding your liquor.
