One day I’ll have money like that.
The girl never gets completely naked, and when her time is up, she’s replaced with a redhead in dark green lingerie.
Now that I have a seat, waitresses bring me drinks when I need them, and I swear I’m living my best life right now. By the time one of the guys finds me, I’m so fucking drunk I can’t see straight. Can’t think straight. Can’t even walk straight.
This is exactly what I wanted.
Chapter Four
Alex
The crowd cheers me on as I make my way down the stripper’s glittering waist, taking one body shot after the other in quick succession. When I get to the last one, placed strategically between her breasts, I make a show of it, which the crowd loves.
The tequila goes down easily. I don’t spill any on her, which is a damn feat itself, considering how much I’ve drunk tonight.
I stand up, nearly falling over, but that’s why we came here, right?
The stripper gets up, giggling, and I stick a couple twenties under her bra straps.
“Thanks, babe,” I say with a wink, and she giggles again before heading to her next victim.
I run my hands through my hair to push it out of my face. When I look up, I see Paul, Andre, Trey, and Hudson, but no Mack or Austen.
Cam was being a party pooper and didn’t want to come. I didn’t expect him to anyway. Austen gets anxious when he’s around us for too long, so I figure it’s better this way.
“Where’s Austen?” I ask.
Hudson is practically lifeless, hanging off Trey, and I’m not entirely certain he won’t upchuck right here. To Trey’s credit, he doesn’t flinch. If anything, he shifts to make sure he can withstand Hudson’s weight. He’s a big guy. Not as big as theMack Truck, but I’m sure he’s a lot to hold up for a leaner guy like Trey.
“He left a while ago. Said he was heading back.”
I sigh, rolling my eyes. It’s been barely two hours. I thought he’d make it longer. Sometimes I wonder how the fuck we’re even related, since we have next to nothing in common.
Andre whistles at a woman passing by and makes the worst pass at her. She scoffs and he stumbles forward, knocking into a couple nearby and spilling the drinks in their hands.
They complain and Andre shakes his head, grabbing Paul by his collar. Once he gets him wrangled, he hands the angered couple some money to pay for the drinks so a fight doesn’t break out.
“Yeah,I think that’s where we’re headed too,” Andre says with a nervous laugh.
“But we just got here,” Paul complains. “I haven’t even had a lap dance yet.”
Amateurs. All of them.
I should have reconsidered being the cruise director for seven drunk athletes.
“Alright, I’ll find Mack Attack, and I guess we’ll call it a night,” I say as Trey adjusts Hudson.
“I don’t feel so good, Trey,” he whines.
“Get him out of here before he blows,” I direct as I shoo them away.
Trey is all too happy to hightail it out of here.
“See you in the morning, Brewer,” Andre says as he smacks Paul on the back. “Come on, Casanova, let’s go before you get your ass kicked.”
I run my hands through my hair as I watch them leave.
Fuck… where is Mack?
