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course, but I was so tired that I didn’t even pay attention until the cab stopped. I handed him the fare plus the tip.
The world was blurry from both the alcohol and the sudden fatigue that had hit me. I think I waved at the night doorman. Can’t be sure. Once inside my apartment, I stumbled toward the kitchen, kicking off my heels along the way. I threw my clutch on top of the hallway side table.
Blindly, I felt my way along the wall where I knew the light switch was. Fucking hell, when did the kitchen lights get so effing bright? I’d opened the fridge and dove in for one of the water bottles inside. I was guzzling it like a dying lizard when I heard the footsteps behind me.
“Where the hell have you been, Demi? I’ve been trying to fucking reach you for hours.”
7
T he water bottle slipped out of my hand for a nanosecond. I managed to catch it, drops shooting out of it and smacking my chin. Close to hyperventilating, I wiped it with the back of my hand.
“I asked you a question, Demitra. Answer me.”
I heard him walking closer. Heart still racing, I turned around and focused on him long enough to take in his expression. His face was hard, the look pissed and stoic all in one.
Alrighty. See, Dorian had a problem on his hands and he wasn’t even aware of it, yet. I was drunk enough to be just past the point of rational. And I was definitely more pissed than he was.
Dear lord was I pissed off. He was still advancing on me with that look that demanded answers. I’d just spent the night getting drunk over him to try to ignore how shitty I felt because of him.
I turned to stare at the fridge with a bored expression. He stopped right next to me. I could feel him along every inch of my body. His form dominated my peripheral vision.
I didn’t even blink.
Slowly, purposely, I lifted the water bottle back to my lips and took another sip. He didn’t move, I didn’t respond, but I heard his breathing getting rougher. His eyes traveled the length of my body so intently that I felt it like a tickle. I kept drinking my water, each sip slower than the last. Eventually, I was going to have to blink, but annoying him had become my main priority.
“You’re angry.”
This time, I didn’t even try and deny it. Nor did I bother replying to him. His arm came into my line of vision, pressed against the fridge as he leaned down toward me. His nose brushed my cheek softly, setting off a round of shivers I barely held back.
“You look so sexy in that dress.”
Oh, fuck. I was too drunk to handle his husky voice saying things like that to me. Self-control was diminishing quite rapidly. I needed to stay freaking strong, damn it!
“Tell me where you went, baby.”
“Out with my friend.” Fucking shit, I wasn’t supposed to respond to him.
Dorian hummed and ran his lips across my skin. My knees nearly liquefied and took my legs with them. “I can smell the alcohol on you.”
Shit. He could?
“How much did you have to drink?”
Don’t remember. “It doesn’t matter. I’m here. I’m fine. I had tons of fun.”
“Did you now?” The ass was still leaning against my fridge, all insolence and expectation.
“Yup.” I screwed the cap back on my bottle and nudged him out of the way so I could open the fridge. I bent down, placing the bottle inside. Dorian stepped behind me. The feel of his hands circling my hips made me gasp. When he pulled my ass into his crotch, arched his back, and fucking groaned…well, I bit my lip, grabbed onto the side of the fridge, and moaned like a harlot.
One hand slid around to my lower abs. His fingers slowly curled inward, anchoring me further to him. He urged my upper body up and pressed my back to his front. He was trembling, barely holding himself back from doing God’s knew what. He nuzzled the side of my face. I inhaled, smelling
The world was blurry from both the alcohol and the sudden fatigue that had hit me. I think I waved at the night doorman. Can’t be sure. Once inside my apartment, I stumbled toward the kitchen, kicking off my heels along the way. I threw my clutch on top of the hallway side table.
Blindly, I felt my way along the wall where I knew the light switch was. Fucking hell, when did the kitchen lights get so effing bright? I’d opened the fridge and dove in for one of the water bottles inside. I was guzzling it like a dying lizard when I heard the footsteps behind me.
“Where the hell have you been, Demi? I’ve been trying to fucking reach you for hours.”
7
T he water bottle slipped out of my hand for a nanosecond. I managed to catch it, drops shooting out of it and smacking my chin. Close to hyperventilating, I wiped it with the back of my hand.
“I asked you a question, Demitra. Answer me.”
I heard him walking closer. Heart still racing, I turned around and focused on him long enough to take in his expression. His face was hard, the look pissed and stoic all in one.
Alrighty. See, Dorian had a problem on his hands and he wasn’t even aware of it, yet. I was drunk enough to be just past the point of rational. And I was definitely more pissed than he was.
Dear lord was I pissed off. He was still advancing on me with that look that demanded answers. I’d just spent the night getting drunk over him to try to ignore how shitty I felt because of him.
I turned to stare at the fridge with a bored expression. He stopped right next to me. I could feel him along every inch of my body. His form dominated my peripheral vision.
I didn’t even blink.
Slowly, purposely, I lifted the water bottle back to my lips and took another sip. He didn’t move, I didn’t respond, but I heard his breathing getting rougher. His eyes traveled the length of my body so intently that I felt it like a tickle. I kept drinking my water, each sip slower than the last. Eventually, I was going to have to blink, but annoying him had become my main priority.
“You’re angry.”
This time, I didn’t even try and deny it. Nor did I bother replying to him. His arm came into my line of vision, pressed against the fridge as he leaned down toward me. His nose brushed my cheek softly, setting off a round of shivers I barely held back.
“You look so sexy in that dress.”
Oh, fuck. I was too drunk to handle his husky voice saying things like that to me. Self-control was diminishing quite rapidly. I needed to stay freaking strong, damn it!
“Tell me where you went, baby.”
“Out with my friend.” Fucking shit, I wasn’t supposed to respond to him.
Dorian hummed and ran his lips across my skin. My knees nearly liquefied and took my legs with them. “I can smell the alcohol on you.”
Shit. He could?
“How much did you have to drink?”
Don’t remember. “It doesn’t matter. I’m here. I’m fine. I had tons of fun.”
“Did you now?” The ass was still leaning against my fridge, all insolence and expectation.
“Yup.” I screwed the cap back on my bottle and nudged him out of the way so I could open the fridge. I bent down, placing the bottle inside. Dorian stepped behind me. The feel of his hands circling my hips made me gasp. When he pulled my ass into his crotch, arched his back, and fucking groaned…well, I bit my lip, grabbed onto the side of the fridge, and moaned like a harlot.
One hand slid around to my lower abs. His fingers slowly curled inward, anchoring me further to him. He urged my upper body up and pressed my back to his front. He was trembling, barely holding himself back from doing God’s knew what. He nuzzled the side of my face. I inhaled, smelling
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