Page 134 of Undisputed Chaos
Meanwhile, I matched him drink for drink, my “shots” tasting suspiciously like premium water that Elliott handed me with each round.
The kid's timing was perfect, giving me enough time to fake the burn so that no one in the crowd caught on.
The real alcohol I'd consumed earlier gave me a pleasant buzz, but my head remained crystal clear.
"Yeah, Adrian!" Elliott whispered-shouted from beside me, his face bright with pride as I knocked back another fake shot. "You got this!"
His unwavering faith was almost endearing. Almost made me want to ruffle his hair like a ginger golden retriever.
Eventually, the opposing coach pitched forward face-first into the bar, unconscious before he hit the wood.
The crowd erupted in cheers from our side, groans from his. Money changed hands faster than the drinks had gone down, and I raised my arms in victory, not even slightly winded.
"Lightweight," I declared, stepping over his unconscious form to accept congratulations from the crowd.
Elliott beamed at me like I'd just conquered Rome, practically glowing with reflected glory as he helped clear away the empty glasses.
The kid didn't say much, never did around crowds since women tended to corner him and therefore terrify him, but his admiration was written all over his baby face.
But I wasn't paying attention to anyone else anymore.
My eyes were locked on Isla, who was staring at me with undisguised awe and amusement.
Her lips were parted slightly, her cheeks flushed pink, and she was gripping her glass like it was the only thing keeping her anchored to reality.
There's my girl. My beautiful, dirty-minded angel. My cock immediately twitched in my pants.
I made my way through the crowd toward the girls' corner, accepting back-slaps and praise while keeping my eyes fixed on my prize.
Isla's gaze never wavered, tracking my movement with a focus that matched my own.
"You're so hot," she said when I reached her, her voice slightly slurred from the chocolate martinis. "Like, stupidly, unfairly hot. It's not even legal."
Sierra giggled. "She's been saying that for the last ten minutes."
"Among other things," Estelle added with a knowing grin, her glass nearly empty.
I felt my grin turn wicked. "Is that so, angel? What other things?"
Isla's cheeks went from pink to scarlet, but she didn't back down.
"I said you move like violence in a three-piece suit, even when you're not wearing a suit. And that watching you dominate is better than anything else.”
The honest admission, delivered with such sweet sincerity, nearly undid me right there. Connor choked on his drink while Jax burst into laughter.
"Isla," Estelle breathed, handing her glass off to Jax for another, "Don't give them bigger egos than they already have."
But I wasn't listening to the commentary. I was too busy studying the way Isla's tongue darted out to wet her lips, the way her thighs pressed together under her short dress, the way her eyes had gone dark with want.
She needed me. Right fucking now.
Before she could say another word, I scooped her up from the plush seating, ignoring her squeak of surprise.
The club was darker now, the crowd denser, the music loud enough to drown out conversation. Perfect cover for what I had in mind.
"Adrian," she breathed, raw and desperate.
I carried her toward the back of the club, past the main dance floor, to where a pool table sat abandoned in a dimly lit corner.
