Page 9 of Sail Me to Ruin
She grinds against some tool who’s eyes think he’s getting lucky tonight. The way his hands grip her waist irritates me more than I care to admit.
She walked away from me for that? What the fuck does a discount Chad have that I don’t?
I begin to compare my traits to his, and he is clearly lacking in several areas. Areas I bet I could give her much more in.
Without taking my eyes off of them, I down the rest of my shitty beer. The foam crashes into my lips as I notice a shift in her body language toward him.
I push the empty glass into Knox’s chest. “Can you please get me the best whiskey they have on the rocks? If I have to be here, at least don’t make me drink shitty beer the whole time.”
He nods, following my eye line to Elodie. “I’ll be back in a second. Don’t do anything stupid. She said no.”
He takes off, leaving me alone in the corner.
Watching her body tense, her face is strained as his expression morphs into anger. The interaction causes unease to settle in my gut. I look around to find her friend and spot her at the bar, I pray she goes to help our girl.
Wait, fuck…
Scrubbing my hand down my face, I let out a strained groan.
This girl is under my skin; pretty little Storm indeed.
Her long brown hair falls in waves half way down her back, swaying as she moves. Her petite frame and short size make me want to put her in my pocket and keep her until I get bored again.
The fact she’s so small makes me want to test her limits. I think of how she felt against my body. So soft and fragile. A stark contrast to her words; she packs a strong bite there.
Reassessing her situation, I notice her friend barrelling through the crowd like a mama bear on the hunt. As she gets close enough, she slows down, making herself seem ridiculously drunk. With ease, her friend plays the role of a stupid party girl, wedging herself between the two and attracting the attention of everyone in the crowd around them.
This does nothing to quell the fire in his eyes, if anything, it’s like they just dumped gasoline on him as he stomps away to get a drink.
The tension bleeds out of Elodie as fast as it came and they begin weaving through the crowd.
Good girl, don’t let yourself get caught by some stranger.
I look over to the bar to see if Knox is on the way back with my drink but instead, he’s standing there with both drinks in hand flirting with someone new already.
The man has an attention span of a wet noodle and the sexuality of one to boot.
Realizing the only way I’m getting said drink, is if I make my way through the crowd to the bar.
Taking the drink out of his hand once I cross the room, the guy he’s flirting with sizes me up as if I’m competition and not his brother.
Knox laughs at the look before correcting the situation. “This is my brother, myincredibly straight brother, Blaise.”
The guy's face morphs into the shade of a tomato. Before he can awkwardly apologize, I hold my hand up. “We don’t look alike. It’s okay.”
He nods as Knox places his hand over the guy’s, drawing his attention back to solely him. Understanding I’m not needed here, I head to a different place on the deck to see the view whensomeone barrels into me, spilling my new whiskey all over us both.
Taking in the state of my shirt, I look up to apologize only to find none other than the current object of my obsession for reasons I am yet to understand.
“Look at you, my pretty little Storm. Are you sure you aren’t trying to wreck me, because this seems like you’re on track for it,” I state and gesture to the now soaked shirt that is clinging to my skin.
“Hello again,Blaise. I didn’t realize you not watching where you walk was me being a storm, but since I am such a problem for you, I’ll be going now.Again,” she says as if I planned to run into her.
The look on her friend’s face tells me that this isn’t her normal setting.
How interesting…
Taking her dainty wrist in my hand, I tighten my grip, pulling her to me. I lean down to whisper into her ear so her nosey friend can’t hear me.
