Page 71 of Blinded By Hate
“Good.” She crosses her arms over her chest making her breasts look huge. I can’t help but look down at them and smirk. I love it when she’s mad at me. It’s such a turn on. “I was hoping he could take me upstairs for the night,” she says before slipping out of my hold and walking away.
I follow her and grab her wrist, pulling her close to me and taking us to a hallway where it’s empty.
“Why are you making things hard?” I ask while pushing her against a wall softly.
And like a switch, Jaclyn smiles up at me and runs her hand up my chest. “Because things are funner that way.”
Oh fuck.
She has that flirty tone she usually has whenever she is a flirty drunk.
And usually when she is flirty and drunk, she is horny.
Jaclyn has five stages of being drunk.
1. Groovy and hyper drunk
2. Pissed off at everything drunk
3. Flirty drunk
4. Giggly drunk
5. Sad drunk
And then she passes out.
After almost five years of not seeing Jaclyn King, I still know everything about her.
“How much have you had to drink? Do you know if that guy even drugged you or not?” I ask in a serious tone but all she does is giggle.
“Stop being so serious. I only had a few drinks with Max.”
“A few drinks with Max is like twenty shots. You know this.”
She rolls her eyes before pushing past me but before she can go too far I grab her by her legs and throw her over my shoulder. “Hayden! What are you doing?! Put me down!” she yells while slapping my back.
“Not happening,” I say while walking towards the elevator.
Once we get inside, I put her down. She has a gorgeous smile on her face while staring up at me.
God I love her smile.
It’s always made me want to smile. The way her eyes brighten when she smiles and how her cheeks turn up.
Jaclyn has always hated her cheeks and smile because she always thought it made her look chubby but I’ve always loved it, still do.
Even now, she is a lot skinnier, which I’m trying to get to the bottom of.
She has changed a lot in the past few years and I want to know why and how I can help her get back to her original self because the girl I’m looking at, even though she is drunk and smiling, she doesn’t look happy at all.
She looks like she is having an inner battle with herself and I want to do everything in my power to fix it and bring her back.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because you’re beautiful,” I say, making Jaclyn blush and look away. I walk closer to her and turn her chin to make her look up at me. “Don’t look away from me.”
Jaclyn still smiles up at me with red cheeks. “You’re beautiful too.” She trails her finger along my jaw and I swear blood rushes to my dick. “I love your eyes. They’re my favorite thing ever.”