4. Taken Back
1188 Words
"Damn...this is delicious, if I was a guy I would definitely do you Shar, you're like the whole package tattoo artist and house chef wrapped in a beautiful package...."
I was munching on her breakfast, while talking at the same time.
"Seriously Al, it's just bacon and toast. You're over twenty one already, this is basic survival skill. Damn... you're too f*****g spoiled for your own good." She was pouring me, another glass of water.
"Thanks, look I'm obviously not spoiled, I'm missed treated..sit down while we wait for Dottie, I don't want to repeat myself."
And just as if l summoned her, she came bursting in, bearing alcohol.
"Okay, where's the fire?" She waltzed in grinning widely to us.
"Sorry about the rosé, it's the only bottles left in my kitchen. I haven't had time to raid the liquor store since our last sleep over." She smiled at me, while giving Sharon a large bag with four bottles of rosé.
They let me finish my breakfast, and seated themselves infront of me, to hear my story. Sharon prepared our glasses, while Dottie opened the wine.
Then I told them, about what happened this morning at breakfast. They were listening to me intensely until I finish my story.
"Damn woman, that's one hell of a story! So...tell me, is he handsome? From one to ten what's his score?" Dottie asked and waited for my answer anxiously.
"Seriously Dorothy?!! This is what you ask of me?" I snapped at her, I was hoping for their support and sympathy. I sighed and drink more wine.
We talked and laughed while we watched some bad movies, hours passed, we finally ordered pizza for lunch and washed them down with more wine.
We were on our last bottle of rosé, and we were laughing to some joke that I couldn't even remember what, when there was a knock at the door. We quickly looked at each other.
Sharon groaned as she tried to get up but failed miserably, making all of us laughed. Then Dottie did the same thing.
"Damn! You girls are an embarrassment, you've been my sidekicks for God knows how long..." I told them as I tried to get myself up. I was definitely tipsy, but managed to reached the door.
I was not expecting my new found fiance to be there. The girls were waiting for me, they were still laughing from their previous fail. But went silent when they saw who was at the door.
"Okay! Who ordered the stripper, damn! He's a fine one..." Dottie chimed when she finally get herself up and got behind me, while checking Nikolai out.
"Not me...damn! He is cute! Twirl for us baby..." Our shy Sharon always got horny and careless when she was drunk.
"What the f**k are you doing here?" I eventually asked him.
"Well, obviously to strip according to your friends there." He stated as he look amused, at our state of intoxication.
"They are drunk, I am not...well maybe a bit, I'm definitely tipsy...damn it! don't smile, just go! I'm good here. Wait, how do you know that I'm here?" I poked his chest in my tipsy state.
Wow...hard one...nice...
Damn it! Why did you poke him woman!
"You are definitely drunk my fiance."
I could hear the girls oooing behind me.
Damn him!
Then they got up and sat on the kitchen counter, while munching on our left over popcorn, and watched me and the wanna be stripper.
"Damn this is a good one, I hope I don't forget about this in the morning." Dottie stated.
"I'm glad I did cancel today's appointment. This is so worth the watch. So, who's the stripper again Al?" Sharon shouted at me, while her hand gripped the popcorn bowl tightly as Dottie was about to let it fall.
"Girls, let me introduced you to my wanna be fiance and wanna be stripper apparently, Nikolai. Stripper, these are my best girls in their drunken state, the little one is Dorothy and the tattooed one is Sharon. Now, you should go we are continuing our drinking session." I told him as I poked his chest again.
Damn you woman!
You really gotta stop poking him!
But then he took my fingers and hold them, making the girls oooing at me again.
"You will respect your fiance woman, you're coming home with me. Your father is waiting for you. Let's go."
I could hear the girls munching on their popcorn in the back ground. But they kept silent, while the suspense was building within us.
"I will go home when I'm ready, and now...I am not." I told him as I was being a brat.
He didn't say anything, while he pick me up easily and carried me to his shoulder.
"Later girls, and thankyou for taking care of her." He said goodbye to the girls as they gasped, but then grinned at him.
Damn traitors!
I was too drunk to fight back, being upside down could do that you, if you were apparently tipsy enough. Not to mention feeling his hard body to mine, and smelling his expensive cologne, it made me sighed and relaxed in his touches.
He put me down in his car gently as the expensive leather interior caresses my body. My head touched the backrest making me sighed. He smirked as he looked down at me.
"You're good Alina, I got you." Then I could feel him stroked my hair, making me closed my eyes and smiled to his small touches.
This feels good...I'm just going to sleep it off...I'm so sleepy...
"Alina, we're here. I guess I'm carrying you again then." I could hear him as I was about to wake up.
It was dark already, I was at father's.
Wait how did I get here?
I was struggling in his arms, but he was holding me tight. Until he let me down on the front porch.
"Damn woman, I was just taking you home. This is me being nice. You could at least thank me." He grumbled as he help me to stand on my feet.
The closeness was intoxicating. It had been awhile for me. I was craving a man's touch more than I knew. So I did thank him as I tipped my toes and grabbed his shirt, and pulled him down then kissed him deeply. I didn't stop until I heard him moaned my name.
Yup...you still got it woman! Now...you can let him go...
But I didn't let him go, as my hands slither to his body and felt his hard abs and chest. Then I could hear myself moaned, as he was cupping my ass and squeezing them.
Okay...now....let him go now!
Alina...snapped out of it!
My inner conscious was telling me, but I had a hard time listening to myself as I kept hearing his grunts and smelling his scent.
Until I finally peeled myself off of him with the greatest effort. We were both panting, and were still confused to what had just happened between us.
Not good woman, totally bad...now move your ass inside the house!
- Writer
