Page 17 of Pregnancy Scandal
That was my thinking after six hours. I was pretty certain I’d had two bottles of wine to myself and a few cocktails. All that alcohol, and instead of forgetting what it was I wanted to forget, I remembered. I remembered it all.
Her disappointment in me because I wouldn’t sleep with her. The look of hurt on her face because she thought I didn’t want her.
At ten o’clock, I decided I’d had enough, then I saw her with two guys outside on the balcony. One had her sitting in his lap, and the other was feeding her champagne.
I was about to make my descent down the stairs and stopped in my tracks, looking at them. Abby with two meathead types who looked like the sort of idiots she’d go for last year.
“Which one of you am I going to have first?” she said out loud, giggling, then swayed so much the guy holding her had to catch her to stop her from falling off his lap. The drink spilled all over her dress, and she laughed again.
“How about both, princess? You could be our new toy,” the guy giving her the champagne said.
I balled my fists at my side. I’d had too many drinks. I was probably drunk, but I hadn’t lost my mind quite yet. No way was I going to allow her to go anywhere with either of them.
“Yes.” She nodded. “That is a very good idea. Yes, please. I just want a baby. Is that too much to ask for? The last man I spoke to about it told me no. Can you believe that?And,he’s supposed to be my best friend. He thought I was ugly and gross. Why else would he turn down sex?”
Oh my God. She spoke so loud people around passing by glanced over to her.
I made my way over to them, and she scowled at me.
The guys looked at me and recognized me straightaway.
“Give her to me now,” I said to them.
“Relax, man, we’re just having fun,” the guy who was holding her answered.
“Fun’s over. Abby, come here.” I stood my ground.
“No. Go away Gilly. I’m staying here,” she replied, shaking her head at me.
“Abby, please, come on.”
“Get lost, man. She doesn’t want to go with you,” the guy with the drink countered and was dumb enough to come at me and push me hard in my chest.
I was at least a whole foot taller than him, and they didn’t call me The Tank on the field for nothing.
I was quick with muscle and right now, I was pissed off and drunk. That equaled not in the mood to be fucked with.
I grabbed his neck so fast he didn’t quite register what was happening. He shrieked and tried to reach for my hand. I just tightened my grip on him, making him gasp. It was a loud enough message for the guy holding Abby to release her and back away.
“Gilly, you are such a drama queen,” Abby bubbled, finding the whole scenario funny.
I practically threw the guy I was holding onto the ground, and he jumped up and rushed away, fleeing as fast as his legs could carry him.
Abby started walking in the opposite direction, but I took her hand and pulled her to me.
“Come, we’re going home,” I told her.
“No, I want more drink. More rum.”
“Abby, come on.”
“No, Gilly. I’m not a chore. Leave me and go back to the blonde and redhead. Leave me alone. You spent the whole day avoiding me and talking to everyone else. Not me though.” She swayed and stumbled, and I steadied her.
“I’m sorry.” I actually meant that.
“Are you? Really?” she asked in a sarcastic tone.
“Yes.”
