Against All Odds - Angel's Story: Against All Odds (Destiny Series Book 4) (27 page)

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Angel

As I applied the finishing touches to my makeup, Chase comes into the bathroom. I watch in the mirror as he looks me up and down from behind. He’s smiling. Stepping forward, he slides his arms around my waist, making eye contact with me in the mirror.

“Fuck your arse looks fine in those pants. I’m not sure how I feel about you going out in them, without me.”

“Well I could always change into this cute
little
miniskirt I have hanging in my wardrobe,” I smirk.

“Ha ha very funny. Leave the pants on,” he growls as he pushes my hair to the side and plants tiny kisses up my neck.

“I thought that’s what you’d say.”

“I love your hair down like this. You should wear it down more often.”

“It annoys me when it’s down, but I will, just for you,” I tell him.

Pulling his mouth away from my neck, he looks up at me in the mirror and smiles. “How long before we have to leave?” he asks as he thrusts his pelvis against my arse. I can feel he’s already hard again. We had sex when we got home from Uni, and again in the shower not even thirty minutes ago. He couldn’t possible want it again?

I lean my head back on his shoulder, tilting it to the side, allowing him better access to my neck. “I told Dana we’d pick her up in about twenty minutes, so we’ll have to leave soon.”

“Shit,” he mumbles against my skin.

“What time do you need me to pick you up? I’m gonna hang with Pops for a while, once I’ve dropped you off.”

“The movie starts at nine, so probably around eleven,” I say as I spin around and slide my arms around his neck.

“You look beautiful,” he breathes.

“Thank you.”

“I love this colour on you,” he says looking down at my top. I’m wearing an emerald green sequined singlet, with a plunging neckline. Not too plunging, but enough that he has zeroed in on my cleavage. I paired it with my tight, white skinny jeans and emerald green pumps.

“Don’t forget tonight when you’re out, you belong to me,” he states as his tongue darts out and licks over the top of my right breast. I tilt my head back and moan.

“There’s nobody else I’d rather belong to.”

“Good to hear,” he says as his lips meet mine.

••••

Chase pulls up outside the restaurant where Dana and I are going to eat. “Bye,” I say as I lean across the centre console and plant a kiss on his lips.

“Have fun tonight. But, not too much fun.”

“I’ll save all that for when I get home.” I wink as I reach forward and give his junk a squeeze.

“Sweet Jesus,” he mumbles.

“Hello, I’m in the car too,” Dana whines from the back seat, and Chase and I laugh.

“Look after my girlfriend tonight,” he says looking at her through the mirror. She answers him with an eye roll. 

“Thanks for dropping us off,” I say.

“Yeah thanks, I guess,” she mumbles as she gets out of the car. Chase just laughs at her.

“I love you,” I say, as I brush my lips with his again. “Tell Pops I said hello.”

“Love you too, sweet-cheeks. Call if you have any trouble. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll be waiting outside the movie theatre at 10:30 p.m., just in case you get out early.”

I link my arm through Dana’s as we cross the road. I look over my shoulder at Chase, finding him watching us. He gives me a beautiful smile when I blow him a kiss before I walk into the restaurant.

“What’s the deal with him calling you his girlfriend?” she asks as soon as we sit down. “When the fuck did that happen?”

“Last week.”

“So it’s official. You’re dating?”

“Uh huh.”

“Hmmm,” she says. “Well, I must admit you look happy.”

“I am. Deliriously happy.”

“Okay then, if you’re happy then I’m happy for you, babe. I only hope it lasts.”

“I’m pretty confident it will. I love him, Dana, and he loves me.”

“He told you?”

“Uh huh.”

“Fuck. Shit just got real.”

“Yes it did,” I giggle.

“Well, I think we should celebrate.”

“I’m in.” I’m not a huge drinker, but I’m sure one or two won’t hurt.

After we order our meals and a bottle of wine, I fill Dana in on all the goss. “You went to a bikie do?” she squeals when I get to the part about the family barbeque. “Oh you have to take me to the next one. Pleaasseee? I’ve been reading a lot of MC books lately. I need to get me some biker action.”

Her comment makes me laugh. Since I’ve known her, her preferences in men seem to vary depending on the kind of books she’s reading.

By memory, she’s been through a cowboy stage, the suit-wearing corporate guy types, then, I think it was tattooed guys, army guys, before moving to the Dominant/submissive thing. Now, apparently, bikers are the flavour of the month. She cracks me up. I don’t know how she ever plans on finding Mr. Right, if she can’t seem to make up her mind what type of guy she’s after.

We’re on our second bottle of wine by the time the food arrives. I’m feeling relaxed and merry by this stage, so I’m grateful for the food. I’m glad I organised our little get-together tonight. I’m having a wonderful time. Dana is so much fun to be around. As great as my times have been with Chase, I’ve missed her.

Once we finish our food, Dana orders us both a cocktail, which turns into about three. I tell you, by now, I’m totally shitfaced. On the positive side, I haven’t laughed so much in my life.

I dig through my bag looking for my phone. I need to check the time so we don’t miss the movie. I have to squint my eyes to read it. “Fucckkk! It’s after ten,” I slur. “We missed the movie.”

Dana starts to laugh hysterically. “Fuck the movie. I need another
COCK
tail,” she says, emphasising the word ‘cock’. This isn’t the first time I’ve been drunk, but I don’t think I’ve been this drunk.

“I better text Chase. He’s supposed to pick us up from the movies.” I scroll through my phone, searching for my messages. I’m still squinting, as I struggle to find what I’m looking for. “Uh huh,” I giggle when I finally find it.

Hey smexy. We missed the movie, still at the rest… awe fuck, I forget how to spell it. hahahaha. We’re at that place you eat.

I start to laugh again as I place my phone on the table. A minute later my phone rings. “Awww hello my handsome boyfriend,” I slur when I hear his sexy voice.

“What the hell, Angel! Have you been drinking?” he snaps.

“Yep,
COCK
tails actually. Mmmm. Makes me think of your cock when I say that. I want to suck it, Chase. Like right now.” Dana starts laughing hysterically again.

“I’m coming to get you.”

“Hey! Don’t change the subject. We were talking about
cocks
. Have I told you how much I love your
cock
?” He growls into the phone, and Dana spits her drink all over the table.

“
Don’t
fucking move. I’ll be there in five minutes,” he snaps before ending the call.

“The bastard hung up on me.” This causes Dana to snort.

We order one more drink and ask for the bill. “How much is it?” she asks, when the waiter brings it over to the table. “We’ll split it.” I squint my eyes again, but I can’t make it out, so I shrug. Reaching for my purse, I pull my credit card out placing it inside the black leather folder, handing it back to the waiter.

“Nope. This one’s on Daddy,” I giggle, raising my glass in the air. “Thanks, Daddy.”

••••

Chase

As cute as she sounds when she’s drunk, I’m fucking pissed. The idea of her being out in such a vulnerable state makes me crazy. I drive full-fucking-speed all the way to the restaurant.

I double park out the front and jog inside. I can hear them laughing before I even see them. “Let’s go,” I snarl when I’m standing beside their table.

“Hey smmmmexy,” she slurs when she looks up at me and smiles. They both start to ‘drunk laugh’. Fucking smexy. I’ll give her smexy. I have a good mind to throw her over my knee and spank her sweet arse. What the fuck was she thinking, getting so wasted?

She taps the seat next to her. “Sit. Have a drink with us.”

“No, we’re going. I think you’ve had more than enough.” They both start to laugh again. I don’t find it funny. It only seems to infuriate me more.

“Oh you’re a party pooper,” she says as her lip turns over in a pout. She’s so cute. I feel the corners of my lips turn up, but I manage to hold them down.

When I extend my hand to her, she sighs, before reaching for her bag. “Fine.” As she stands, she wobbles, almost falling. “Whoa,” she says as her hands reach for the table, to steady herself. I step forward, circling my hands around her waist.

“Do you need me to carry you, piss head?” I whisper in her ear.

“Ha ha. I’m quite capable of walking.” I don’t think she is. Especially in those sky-high heels she has on her feet. She’s likely to break a leg.

Dana isn’t much better, once she stands. Reaching for her, I hook my other arm around her waist. “Fucking piss heads,” I mumble.

Angel is sound asleep by the time I pull up outside Dana’s place. Her head is tilted back, mouth wide open, and she has this cute little snore thing going on. As mad as I am, it makes me smile. Unhooking my seatbelt, I lean over and plant a soft kiss on her cheek. She’ll be paying for it in the morning when she wakes. I guess that’s punishment enough.

As soon as I help Dana out of the car, she stumbles over to the garden bed. “I think I’m going to be sick.” Fucking great. I walk towards her, reaching for her hair, and hold it to the side. “Thank you,” she mumbles between her heaves. I turn my head away, I can’t watch. Fuck. It’s making my own stomach churn.

When she’s done, she stands, and I let go of her hair. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, wiping her mouth and lowering her head.

“Maybe next time you’ll think twice about drinking so much,” I state. Her face goes bright red, and I kind of feel bad for her, even though it’s self-inflicted. “Are you okay to walk on your own?” She nods, but I reach for her arm to steady her anyway as we walk towards the building.

Dana lives on the second floor of an apartment block. Twice she almost trips up the steps, so I end up scooping her up and carrying her the rest of the way. She hands me her keys and I open the door. “Which way to your bedroom?” I ask once we’re inside.

“What?” she looks at me in horror. “You’re not going to try and have sex with me are you?” I burst out laughing.

“Fuck no. I just want to make sure you get there without falling over and knocking yourself out.”

“Oh. Ummm…sorry.” I guide her into her bedroom and sit her on the bed.

“Will you be okay, if I leave? Angel is still down in the car.”

“Yes.” She kicks off her shoes and looks up at me. As I turn, she reaches out and grabs hold of my arm. “Hey. Please don’t hurt my friend,” she pleads.

Turning to face her again, I say, “Hurting her is the last thing I want to do.”

“Thank you.” She smiles.

••••

When I pull into Angel’s driveway, she’s still sound asleep and snoring softly. Once more it brings a smile to my face. Pulling out my phone, I take a little video of her. Not for blackmail purposes or anything, just because it’s cute, although, if she tries to pull this shit again, I may have to use it.

I open her door and retrieve her house keys from her handbag, before scooping her into my arms. “We’re home, beautiful,” I say, as I plant a soft kiss on her forehead. She doesn’t even flinch. My girl has passed the fuck out.