Page 71 of Marley
What the fuck was happening. I sounded like a big fucking girl. I looked over Ashley’s shoulder and around for my brothers, or Maca. I spotted them all together, but it looked like George and Maca were arguing. He stormed off, grabbed one of the women that was all over him earlier and started dancing with her.
“What’s the matter? You lost interest coz I’ve knocked you back?” Ashley asked.
“No, baby. I’m just watching my sister and best mate argue.” She turned her head in the direction I was looking.
“Shit, George will kill her.” She stated as we watched the woman put her hands all over Maca, before going in for a kiss.
“Looks like she’s about to.” I said.
We watched as Georgia grabbed the woman by the hair.
“Oi, you’re taking the piss now, love.” Georgia shouted at the woman. I was surprised when she gave up without a fight. She called something out over her shoulder, but my sister and Maca seemed to be oblivious to it as they stared at it each other like the pair of weirdo’s that they were.
Gloria Estefan’s,‘I don’t wanna lose you’started to play and Maca and G started to dance.
“Looks like they made up and no blood was spilt.” Ashley said.
I looked down into her blue-brown eyes. I slid my palms over her hips and up to her armpits, back down and over her arse.
“Come home with me, Ashley. Not to fuck ... well, not unless you force me, but just to talk.” She gave me the sweetest smile, kissed my cheek and said into my ear, “Get me drunk, Rock Star, and I might think about it.”
Two hours later, I was holding her hair back as she threw up down my toilet. I’d got her drunk, all right. So drunk, in fact, that I had to carry her from the club, out the emergency exit, and into the car that Dave, one of our drivers, was waiting outside for us in. About halfway home, Ash threw up all over me, herself, and the car.
Dave helped me get her up to my place, but I made him leave before I stripped her out of the little silver dress she was wearing. I grabbed a T-shirt of mine and pulled it over her head as quickly as I’d pulled her dress off ... almost.
What? She was braless and only wearing a black thong underneath. I’m a bloke, for fuck’s sake. Of course I had a little look. Twice or twelvety-two times.
Once the T-shirt was in place, I’d taken off her thong, purely because as good as it looked, that thing had to be fucking uncomfortable. I pulled a pair of my boxers up her legs and managed to get them in place without copping an eyeful once, despite how hard I’d tried.
I laid her on my bathroom floor with her head resting on a towel while I stripped out of my clothes and jumped into the shower. I dried myself quickly when I got out and pulled on a T and boxers myself.
I was just done with loading all of our clothes into the washing machine and turning it on when I heard her heaving. By the time I got back to my bathroom, she’d thrown up all over herself and my bathroom floor.
I ran my hand over my head and then over the stubble that was forming on my chin.
“What the fuck am I gonna do now?” I said to myself out loud. I didn’t want to be in this position. I had an unconscious girl in my home and I’d already stripped her clothes off once, and now I was gonna have to do it again and this time I was gonna have to shower her too, as it was in her hair and every fucking where.
I paced for a few seconds, then decided to call Jim. It might be four thirty in the morning, but I’d rather listen to Jimmie complain that I’d woken her than be accused of something I hadn’t done ... again.
I got the phone off my bedside table and dialled their number while stepping back inside the bathroom. I folded a clean towel and put it under her head, wedging the phone between my ear and my shoulder as it rang.
I had this overwhelming feeling of panic creeping up my spine. I wasn’t sure if I was worried about being accused of something, or if it was the fact that I wanted to look after her. No, fuck that, I didn’twantto, Ineededto ... me, Marley Layton. I’d lived my life following the two F rule. I fucked ‘em and forgot ‘em, and as much as I wanted very much to fuck Ashley, the fact that I needed to make sure she was okay was overriding any horny thoughts I was having.
Len answered on the fifth ring with, “This better be a fucking emergency.”
“Len, its Marls.”
“Oh fuck, what’ve you done?”
“Fuck you, arsehole. I haven’t done anything.”
“What the fuck d’ya want then? The birds are fucking singing here and I’ve only just got to bed.”
“I’ve got Ashley here at my place.”
I heard him exhale, or inhale, I wasn’t sure which, but it went on for an exaggerated length of time.
“Marls, I swear to God, if you’ve upset that girl, George, Jim, and Mother will have your balls.”
