Chapter 2: Game on
The night went on but I was barely there. I just drunk a whole lot just to get my mind off of things like Annie's party. Ugh.
After about my fourth cup, I was dancing on the table outside and there was a crowd around me, mostly guys grinning and cheering me on.
Yeah, mom invited some pretty awesome people. Not. But I couldn't control myself. The influence of alcohol these days is pretty damn high.
"Okay, show's over." Said a familiar voice.
Chris was pushing some guys aside and he got to the table and his eyes met mine, that cocky smirk on his face. "What are you doing?"
"Having fun." I said still shaking my ass.
"If Liam was out here and saw you doing this, he'd kill you."
"He's not here, though." I said shaking my head and taking a sip out of the bottle that was in my hand.
A guy tried to push Chris out of the way. "Hey, let the girl dance."
Chris glared at him. "This is Liam's little sister. Hell no." He looked back to me. "Come here."
I stepped towards the edge of the table. "Why?" I asked in a drawled voice as the bottle was taken from me from one of the guys.
He just swooped me up and threw me over his shoulder. I squealed. "Oooh! We're going for a ride?" I asked.
I can hear Chris chuckle as he carries me away from the table and pass everyone.
I wave goodnight to everybody, knowing that he'd probably carry me to my bedroom which is so un-Chris-like.
When we make it to the foyer of my house, he carries me up the stairs.
I slap his ass. He has a cute butt.
"You're way too fucking wasted, princess."
When we make it to my room, he kicks the door open and carries me inside, then uses his shoe to kick it closed.
He then carries me to my bed and lays me down.
When I hit the bed, I grin up at him. "You're adorable." I said.
He smirks. "I find you fucking adorable too." He says as he pulls my heels off.
He drops my heels onto the floor.
I spread out on my bed, my head and my hands resting on my pillow while my legs were bent and laying down.
Chris looked down at me. "Any less drunk yet?"
I shook my head and laughed.
He smiled. "Then I'll let you sleep. If you gotta puke, I won't be able to help you."
I nodded and shut my droopy eyes. "That's cool. My maid will clean it up in the morning."
He nodded. "I'm sure that'll be fun for her." He said and then he turned.
"No. Wait, Chrisss."
He turned back to look at me.
"Pull my skirt down. I never sleep in any type of pants or skirts. I need your help."
He walked back over to my bed and leaned over it, his hand on either side of my legs as he leaned over me. "If I took off your skirt, I'm just going to end up taking everything else off. You're too drunk for that."
I shook my head. "Nope I'm not." I said grinning at him.
He gave me a crooked smile. "Yeah you are. Get some sleep. You're sleeping in a damn skirt tonight." He straightened his posture and turned.
"You're no fun." I pouted as I slowly sat up and then stood up on my bed.
He turned once again. "What are you doing?"
"Taking my skirt off, what do you think?" I unhooked the belt from around my waist and unzipped my blue skirt from the side.
I then pull it down so he can see my blue lacy thong I was wearing beneath my skirt.
My skirt falls onto the bed and I look to him with a confident smirk on my face. I slip my fingers through the waist string. "Like it?" I asked.
Chris leaned against the door. "Why are you teasing me?"
"Because its fun and you're hot so why not?" I said and fell back on the bed. I kicked my skirt off of the bed.
Chris's eyebrow rise in curiosity. "You think I'm hot?"
"But I'm asking if you do."
"Yes! Now let me get some sleep."
He folds his arms, a smug look in his smile. "Night."
I wave him off as I turn to my side and shut my eyes.
The moment I woke up, I had an immediate headache.
I ignored it and got out of bed. I must have been completely shit-faced last night. I go to my drawer and pull out a pair of bed shorts. I slip them on and then put my hair into a messy bun. I open the door to my room and hear voices downstairs.
Damn, did the whole party sleep over too?
I walk down the stairs to see my maid, Margaret, serving my mom, Liam, Chase, Tara, and my mother's boyfriend, Rene…and unfortunately, Chris.
"Look whose awake." Said a voice from behind me.
I recognize that voice anywhere. It's my aunt, Evie.
I turn and hug her tightly.
She chuckles. "Damn, girl. Miss me?"
I nod as I release her. "Yeah, it's been so long."
"I know. I was going to ask you if you wanted to come with me to Paris next weekend."
I squealed. "Yeah, I'd love to."
"I wonder what else makes you squeal like that." Said that voice.
I turn my head to glare at Chris who smirked at me.
I roll my eyes to look back to Evie.
My aunt Evie was one of the most beautiful women I know. Okay, she was the most beautiful woman I ever known. She had a sexy figure with huge 38 DD breasts and a pretty nice ass. She had curly blonde hair and always had on her trademark red lipstick. She was the whole damn package.
Evie looked to Chris and smiled before looking at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Has he hit that yet?"
My eyes grew wide. I looked to Chris who was watching me and then grabbed Evie's hand to lead her deeper into the hallway. "Are you crazy? Liam would go insane if he thought there was something going on between me and Chris."
"But is there?" She asked. Her green eyes told me that I was trapped.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't fucking know. No. There isn't."
"Are you sure? I got condoms, honey, if there is, at least stay protected."
"I'm fine. I'm not having sex." I said looking down at my feet.
"Mmh. Again, you mean."
I met her eyes.
The only person who knows I lost my virginity was my Aunt Evie. She was the only person I could trust. And I knew that she wouldn't tell mom anything or Liam.
"Yeah….again." I muttered under my breath.
Someone knocked on the door.
I left my spot to go get it.
My aunt Evie followed me and stood by my side as I opened the door.
When I did, Wesley smiled briefly at me before he met eyes with my aunt, his smile disappeared and he froze.
Yeah, Evie had that effect on a lot of people.
She grinned knowing that she had him in her trap. He was obviously more than a few years younger than her, but Evie doesn't really care where she plants her trap, when she has you, she has you. Part of me wondered if she ever came on to Chris. And I was surprised at how the thought of that made me a little upset.
"Hey, Wesley, why didn't you spend the night like everyone else did?" I asked.
"Yeah….Wesley." Evie said slowly.
He slowly tore his eyes from her eyes to go down to her breasts, which are actually very hard to ignore.
I could swear I could see some drool coming out. "Wesley?"
He finally looked back to me. "Oh. Sorry. I had to go home make sure my mom took her pills but I'm…" His eyes went back to Evie's tits. "Back now." He said looking dreamy.
I shook my head, snickering.
Evie smoothened her shirt. "Would you like to come in, honey?" She asked.
Wesley nodded. "Yeah, I would love tit- to! I mean…I would love to come in."
Evie chuckles and walks away from us.
I let Wesley in and as I shut the door, he looks at me. "Did her tits get bigger or am I just imagining?"
"Yep. And they keep growing."
"So is my dick."
I rolled my eyes. "Oddly enough, you may have a chance with her."
Wesley's eyes widened. "Really? But wouldn't that be odd?"
"You're eighteen. Do you think its weird?"
"Fuck no." Wesley said.
"Then go for it. Just don't talk about anything technical, it's a turn off."
He nodded. "Alright. Tech is a turn-off." He went into the kitchen and I followed after him.
There was a seat available for me between Liam and Chris.
I took my seat while Evie sat by my mother, and Wesley sat by Chase.
Margaret sat a plate of food in front of me and I thanked her.
Chris suddenly leaned to my ear. "How'd you sleep?" He whispered.
I turn to look at him. "Okay, I guess. Fine."
"You don't remember anything before you went to bed?"
I shook my head. "Should I remember anything?"
He half smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Something you said really…stuck with me. Made me think."
"What could possibly make you think?"
"The blue thong you were wearing definitely made me think."
I gasped and started choking on my food.
"Honey, you alright?" My mom asked.
I grabbed a glass and gulped down the water while Liam patted my back.
After the whole glass was gone, I slammed the cup down.
"You okay, girl?" Tara asked.
I nodded. "Yeah, I'm…good." I looked to Chris who was smirking down at his food. How did he see my blue thong? That pervert probably lifted my skirt for a peek, knowing him.
"We're talking about this later." I whispered.
He didn't respond, he just chuckled and continued eating his food.
After breakfast, I showered and got dress in a cream colored short strapless sun-dress. I kept my blonde hair down my back and was seeking out to find Chris.
I ended up finding him talking to a few women that stayed after the party.
I walked over and looked to them. "Party was over hours ago, bye-bye." I grabbed his hand and forced him to come with me.
His hand tightened around mine and I stopped to look at him for a moment before dragging him down to this little pathway surrounded by a sort of rock tunnel that led down to the beach. When we got to the very opening of the tunnel, I let his hand go and I folded my arms. "How'd you know what color my thong was? How'd you even know I had one on?"
He leaned against the rock wall. "You showed me."
Wow. He really thought I'd buy that? I chuckle. "Wait…wait…I showed you my thong?"
He nods. "You told me to take off your skirt, and as fucking tempted as I was, I said no. So you took it off yourself and asked me if I liked your thong."
"This does not sound like me at all."
"You were wasted, princess. The realness comes out of us when we're drunk."
I leaned against the other wall, absorbing this information. I guess it was possible I could have been goofing off if I was wasted. "Oh god. What else did I do?"
"You were dancing on a table while a bunch of assholes watched. I got you off the table. Nothing more than that."
He hesitated. "Well," He smiles.
"What?" I asked.
"You slapped my ass while I carried you upstairs."
"You're making that shit up."
He shook his head. "I swear that I'm not. You were just faded. You didn't even care."
My cheeks warmed up. I really did all that? No fucking alcohol for me for a while. "What about what I said…did I say anything stupid? You said I said something that made you think, what was it?" I asked.
He shook his head. "I'm not telling you."
"Because you're just going to deny it."
"No I won't." I said.
"Fine. You told me I was hot."
"I doubt that."
"See? I told you."
I hope I didn't really tell him that because that shit will just be embarrassing. "Was I…serious?"
"I don't know. Were you?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
He chuckles. "I think some part of you wants me. You don't want to because I'm a huge dick but, honestly, baby, I think some part of you can't help it."
"Please. Get over yourself."
"One kiss and I'll get over myself."
"What?" I asked. I think my stomach dropped.
"Scared?" He asked, amused.
"Of you? Yeah, right. I'm not kissing you."
"Oh that's fine, I'll come to you." He pushed off of the wall to walk over to me.
"You're serious?" I asked in a whisper.
He nods his head as he puts both his hands on the rock wall. I was between his arms, staring into his eyes.
"Liam." I said, remembering.
"Now you're making excuses."
"No. I'm not."
He takes his hands down to slide them down the length of my body to my hips and presses me against the rock. "Yeah you are."
"If he sees us out here, he's going to kick my ass, and yours."
"So you won't kiss me because of your brother? But otherwise you would."
I glared at him. "I'd kiss you if your lips haven't been on so many other women. And I'm just another one and you expect me to open my legs for you."
He smiles in such a way that makes my body tighten down below. He takes his hands off of me and goes to lean back against the banister. "I like this game you're playing with me, princess."
"This cat and mouse game. Never played it before."
I smirked. "Never had to chase? I'm not those other girls who put out just because you compliment their eyes or their hair or their personality which god knows you're paying zero attention to."
"If you want to play the game, play the game, but odds are, you won't get what you want."
"I promise that I will."
I smile at him. "I love your confidence."
"Game is on, baby."
"So it is." I get off of the rock and turn to walk up the path to get to the yard but I stop and turn to look at him. "Want to guess what color I'm wearing today?" I ask.
He takes a second and a half before he stares into my eyes. "Red." He answered.
I smirk and lift my dress to reveal my red thong underneath. "Game on."