Hutch:Sure. I’ll see you then.
It took me a long time to fall asleep. I had waited a long four years to get the answer to why she left me. Now I only had few hours to find out.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jillian
Iknocked back anothershot as I watched Magic Mike gyrate his hips in Jo’s face while Belle, Holly, and Claire urged him on. I was happy that she was having such a great time, but honestly, ew, no, thank you. I tilted my head back to get a better look at him. Strong jawline, handsome face, with a nice body; only he wasn’t really my type of guy. Hutch was my type of guy.
I reached for another fruity pink shot and winced as the liquid burned going down my throat. I rolled my eyes as Belle eagerly shoved folded dollar bills down the stripper’s pants. Yikes, maybe that was my cue to leave.
“Whoa, whoa, where are you going, sis?” Jo grabbed my arm as I got to my feet. “You’re dressed to kill, it’s not even ten o’clock, and you think you’re just going to waltz out of here the night of my bachelorette party?” She slurred her words just enough for me to realize she was already half in the bag. Fabulous.
Jo was right about the dressed to kill part. She had convinced me to wear the sheer black top with a black bra underneath, and a pair of black dress pants that made me feel like a million bucks tonight. The last time I remembered feeling this sexy was when I wore that blue dress that Hutch...I shook my head. No, I had to stop thinking about him. This night was about my sister, not about Hutch.
“I was going to get some fresh air,” I lied. “It’s really hot in here.”
Jo nodded. “That’s the sweaty man meat.” She grinned. “You’re not going to go home and feel sorry about yourself because Hutch is with lame-assed Madison,” she drawled on. “Not tonight anyway.” She stirred me back to my chair. “Hey, Channing!” Jo snapped her fingers. “My sister needs a little one-on-one to get over her ex.”
“How drunk are you?” I hissed between clenched teeth.
My sister only giggled. “Well, we had the champagne at the house before we got here.” Jo ticked off one finger. “Then we had a few drinks at the restaurant, followed by more shots and drinks here.” She stuck out her tongue at me. “So I’m really, really, really fucking drunk.” Jo stumbled slightly when she turned toward Claire, who threw her head back and laughed.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I rolled my eyes. “Okay, enough.” I planted my palms against the burly chest dude in front of me who clearly didn’t get the hint I wasn’t interested. When he didn’t move, I let out a huff. “Hey, guy, get a hint. You’re cute and all, but I’m not the bride. Also?” I slid away from his sweaty body. “You’re totally not my type.” I went rushing after my sister who was reaching for one of the shots still left on the table. “Maybe not a good idea, Jo, what do you think?” I’d had my share of booze, but not as much as my dear sister had.
Jo waved her hand. “I’m fine, what happened to Mister Hot Pants?” She giggled again before she threw her shot back and then adjusted the crown on her head that readBride. “You two would look super cute together.” She smirked.
“You know how hungover you’re going to be tomorrow?”
“Don’t care.”
My brows dipped. “You’re going to care when you wake up tomorrow with the worst headache in America, hugging the porcelain God.” I pointed out. “Maybe take a moment to breathe a little.” I suggested.
Jo rolled her eyes. “Don’t be so boring, Jill, live a little. I’m going to be married in two short days to the love of my life. Can’t I have a little fun tonight?” She threw her hands up in the air. “If you’re so bored or don’t want to be here, just leave because we all know that’s what you want to do anyway. You’ve been staring at your phone the moment we left the house, like you couldn’t wait to fucking not be around us.”
I knew that it wasn’t my sister talking right now but the booze that was currently running through her veins. “Fine.” I placed the glass I had just picked up back on the table. “If that’s the way you really feel.” I squared my shoulders. “Sorry to ruin everyone’s fun.” I turned to head out of the club.
