Thirty minutes later, I have down six shots of tequila and two shots of vodka. I didn’t feel any better. In fact, I cried. I sobbed like a whale to the bartender. He had to hand me a napkin to wipe my nose. Occasionally coming over to wipe my space and moving the bottle of vodka away from me, inch by inch.
“It’s just not fair. Why can’t she see that I can’t be what she wants to be?” I wailed. The bartender gave me an uneasy look.
“Why can’t she accept me?” I wiped my tears from my cheek and blew my nose before drinking another shot.
I hiccup before glaring at the glass shot before me, “I remember when I was five and overweight. She made me eat vegetables.”
I looked up at the bartender. “Vegetables. Can you believe it?”
And then in a small sad voice, “I love cake. It’s my best friend.”
"Hermosa, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Axel’s voice came to my left. I whipped my head around to look at him.
He was dressed in blue Nike athletic shorts and a black sleeveless tank.
“Funny...you were naked when I last saw you.” I slurred.
He sighed and moved to sit in the stool next to mine, I rested my head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around me to steady me.
“Why are you upset?” He asked softly.
I sniffled, again, remembering my mother and my conversation earlier.
“She just doesn’t get me. I am her daughter, but it feels like we aren’t even related.” My voice cracked.
I felt his lips brush the top of my head, “You are perfect, Ryleigh. I mean it. Don’t let her get to you.”
“If I am so perfect, then why is that I haven’t had a boyfriend?” I asked in a sad voice while turning to look up at him.
“Because you’re clueless.” He rolled his eyes. “Now, c’mon. Enough drinking. Let’s get you back upstairs.”
It was a lot easier for him to carry me out of the bar than I did with him. It didn’t take long before we made it to the hotel room. He dropped me on the bed and I moaned into the sheets, need to sleep. I started to crawl to the middle, but he wrapped an arm around my waist.
“Oh no, you don’t. You are going to take a shower.” He scolded.
“Why?” I wailed in a very unladylike voice.
“Because like you, I do not like to smell alcohol while sleeping.” He responded before lifting me up and carrying me to the bathroom.
“Ugh! You’re so mean!” I pouted. “I thought we are best friends.”
He exhaled impatiently, “We are.”
“Then why won’t you leave me alone? Why do you keep touching me?” I glared at him as he sat me down on the toilet cover.
He looked me up and down, “Do you need help in taking off your clothes or should I help you?”
I threw him another angry glare, “I am not incompetent. I am a queen at taking off clothes.”
I stood up and began stripping off my shirt just to show him how good I was, but it got stuck. I lost my balance and started tipping with my head stuck in my shirt. Before I can hit anything though, I felt his arms around my waist again.
“Alright, you can’t do it yourself.” He growled.
“That’s ridiculous,” I said, clearly offended while frowning underneath my shirt.
He laughed, “Let me help you.”
“You’ll see me naked.” I gasped but allowed him to take off my shirt.
“Don’t look, Axel. Keep your eyes closed.” I slurred. Again, he huffed with annoyance. I glanced at him and saw his eyes were closed as he reached for my high waisted knit skirt. His fingers grazed my skin and it left a burning trail. My body responded immediately, and I gasped.
Once he helped me take off my clothes and into the shower. He turned his back allowed me to wash. The cool running water helped in getting me slightly sober. I washed thoroughly before stepping out and grabbing a towel. I wrapped it around myself.
“Ta-Da. All done.” I giggled.
He turned around to look me over. His eyes darkening each second, he spent staring at me and I felt my body burn underneath his gaze.
After a minute, he helped me out of the bathroom and sat me down on the end of the bed. He grabbed one of his t-shirts and helped me into it. Then shuffled through my luggage.
“What are you looking for?” I asked.
Just the thought of him touching my undergarments sent heat crawling up my cheeks. I watched him crouching on the floor and shuffling through my clothes.
Axel was tall and muscular-extremely attractive with those tattoos, tan skin, and his disheveled black hair. He’s not someone my mother wants me to be with but just that thought has me wanting to be with Axel. Axel has never hurt me.
He stood up with a pair of black lace panties in his hand. He walked over and knelt on the ground, “Lift up your feet, Hermosa."
I lifted my feet obediently and allowed him to slip it up my legs and to my thighs. His fingers grazing my skin in a heated trail all the way up. I had to fight back a moan and wetness pooled between my legs.
“Axel, you’re a good friend,” I told him before flopping back. I tried to pull the damn garment up but apparently, I was incapable now. I huffed and twisted back and forth in bed.
He sighed and slapped my hands away. He crawled onto the bed and took hold of the sides of my lace panties, pulling them up.
I mumbled a thank you before crawling to my side of the bed. A moment later, he lifted my body and tucked me underneath the comforter. I sighed and snuggled into the sheets. I felt him crawl into his side and pulled me up close to his body.
This time, I didn’t even bother fighting him off. I allowed him to hold me because I needed him. His naked chest was pressed warmly to my back as he spooned me. I didn’t even care if George was sleeping at the end of the bed.
~ ~ ~
I woke up to Axel’s lips skimming my jawline and neck. Moaning I ran my hand through his hair. He moved from the side of the bed to settle between my legs. His hard arousal pressing against my thin lace panties.
An ache develops from that touch and I rocked my hips for more.
His rough hands grabbed a hold of my thighs and pressed me down while he ground his hard member against me.
“Mmm...” I moaned.
Axel’s hand slips higher and underneath my shirt. It snuck its way up my side and over my stomach to grab one of my breasts. The sensation sent a shock through my body and to my core.
Arching my back, I begged for more. As if he knew exactly what I asked for he lifted my shirt higher to expose my breasts. His mouth hungrily latching onto the small pink bud. If I thought his hands were magical, his mouth was pure ecstasy.
“Oh, Axel.” I moaned and tugged at his hair.
“Tell me what you want, Ryleigh.” He ordered huskily.
“Axel...” I couldn’t get the words out. It felt so damn good.
“What do you want?” His voice became more impatient.
“Axel...” He bit my nipple gently.
“Ryleigh!” Axel growled.
My eyes snapped open.
Everything hit me at once. The hangover, it was a dream, and an impatient Axel glaring at me besides the bed.
“It is morning?” I groaned and turned into the pillow. The sun was hurting my eyes.
“Ugh! The sun! Close the shades.” I begged.
I heard Axel walking to the window and the shades closing.
“My head hurts.” I groaned and turned to lay on my back. One hand over my forehead.
“Well, that is usually the case for someone who was as drunk as you last night.” He replied before sitting on the edge of the bed and handing me some pain reliever pills and a cup of water.
I took the pills without argument before collapsing on the bed again.
“I am sorry. I was not myself yesterday.” I mumbled.
“Your mom came by.” He mentioned.
My eyes snapped open to look at him
“I told her you weren’t feeling well.” He answered my unspoken question.
“What was her reaction?” I asked.
“She asked if you were faking to get out of going to see the venue.” He replied.
I scoffed and snuggled into the warm inviting bed. I can still feel Axel’s lips on my skin. It felt so real. I can’t deny how turned on I am right now. It didn’t help that he was sitting so close, dressed in nothing but a pair of jeans.
“Did they leave already?” I asked.
“Yes, but she told me to tell you, that you better be at the venue in two hours or there will be big trouble.”
I groaned into the sheets, “I hate my life.”