“Well, she’s with me now, and you better take that friend of yours and leave before I slit your throat for spiking these girls’ drinks.” He must see something in my eyes, because he doesn’t bother talking back, just turns and walks away.
“Sai, you know this lady?” One of my colleagues at the table, Tate, asks.
“Yeah, she’s a friend,” I say as I stand with her in my arms. I look over at Amy, who is still on the dancefloor. “Keep an eye on that one, will you?” I motion to Amy, and Tate nods. Amy has moved on to flirting with the waiter.
I cradle Kennedy in my arms and walk into the bathroom, which is thankfully not full. The ladies in there though stare at a giggling Kennedy and me. There aren’t many people that don’t know me.
I set her down on her feet then point at an open stall. “Go, do your business, and I’ll be waiting out here for you.”
“Bossy.” she says, scrunching up her face, and disappearing into the stall, shutting the door behind her. I lean against the basins that line the fancy bathroom, and I want to punch a mirror in. Instead, I wait for her, while she sings what sounds like a Disney tune, then wobbles to a basin to wash her hands. She then tries to right her clothing and hair, smiling at me.
“Kennedy, do you have any fucking idea how drunk you are?”
“Not enough, obviously. You’re still here, fathering me.” she sasses.
There are a few women in the bathroom, primping in the mirror. “Out,” I growl at them, and leave without a word.
She turns to me. “Well, that wasn’t very nice, Sai.” She turns toward the door and I catch her arm swinging her around until she’s pressed against my chest. She lets out a gasp. “You have such beautiful eyes.” She grins sloppily. Still fucking gorgeous despite being shitfaced.
“You and Amy were reckless. Did you have any idea that those guys you were with tried spiking your drinks? What the fuck would have happened if I wasn’t here?”
“Thank goodness you were then.” she smiles at me again, batting her lids. She’s so drunk she doesn’t even understand the magnitude of this. She lets her hands trace my lips, and her touch drives me mad. “I shouldn’t like how you look so much, but I really do.”
She is so cute, God, I could fuck her right here.
“And you like me, too,” she wiggles against my erection.
“Stop it. I need to get you two home.” I let her go, button up my suit coat, and take her hand, leading her to the table where Amy now sits yawning next to, Tate.
“Why’d you invite the party pooper?” She slurs at Kennedy.
“I didn’t. I fell in his lap, and then he said all kinds of stuff I don’t understand.”
They both start laughing. All I can do is roll my eyes.
Tate helps me get the girls to my car. When I pull up at the Tekin residence, I go around back to the condos. It’ll be easier putting them both to sleep in Kennedy’s condo.
I carry each of them inside. Amy first. She uses the bathroom, nearly falling, and I have to steady her. I remove her shoes and cover her with a blanket.
Kennedy is only half awake when I go back for her. I cradle her in my arms, and she looks at me the entire time I carry her. She smiles but says nothing as I place her on the bed and cover her. She’s so beautiful it hurts. If I was a normal man. If I was worthy, I could have a woman who looks at me the way she is right now. Like I’m good.
“Thank you.” she yawns. I say nothing as I close her door behind me.
* * *
The woman sittingin front of me looks about as thrilled to be here as I am. She pushes her breakfast around her plate, not having eaten a single bite, and is on her third Mimosa. Amelia Tekin wears massive sunglasses that cover most of her face, and a bright yellow sundress as we have breakfast at the poolside. She tries to make small talk, but we both know that she is tiptoeing around the events of last night. “Enjoyed your night, did you?” I ask, not taking my eyes off my newspaper,
I know she wants to make up a stupid excuse, but there aren’t any. She endangered her life and Kennedy’s because she was not careful. She didn’t even go out with an escort.
“You were downright foolish last night. And since we’re going to be married in a month, I suggest you keep your reckless antics to a minimum. We wouldn’t want to read something untoward in the newspapers, would we?”
She waves for a waiter who brings her another drink. She’s already buzzing, if her flushed cheeks are any indication. After last night, I didn’t think she would be able to stomach even the sight of alcohol.
“A lot can change in a month, Shah.” she challenges as she slides her sunglasses on top of her head. I meet her gaze.
“Brave words, Amelia. But, does Daddy know about, Henry?”
Her eyes widen. “Leave Henry out of this.” she glowers, tugging off those Prada shades and tossing them on the table.
