Chapter 31 Party #2
"Your waitress will be right with you," she smiles before walking off.
"I should tell them it's my birthday. They let you ride a saddle I'm pretty sure," I look around for any sign of a random saddle.
"Ride me inste-" he paused midway through the sentence, flitting his eyes over to Abby. Ride him? That's sexual, I'm sure.
"Nevermind," he mumbles.
"Extremely inappropriate Grey Alexander," I smile smugly, using his lovely middle name. Our waitress arrives at our table and Grey scoots his chair closer to me as she stands close to our table.
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I walk out of that place with a humongous food baby. Tubs is really here.
"So there's this party tonight," Abby starts, "you should come with me."
We get in the car and Grey drives us back to his restaurant where Abby's car is. I get out with her to say goodbye.
"What kind of party is it?" I question. Like a birthday party? I wouldn't want to go to someone's birthday party when they have no idea who I am.
"No, it's just a regular college party," she shrugs, "it's actually at a house near SHU's main campus."
I've heard of SHU before. Southern Heilsburg University, the closest four-year college around. It's not a very big school though. And when I was looking to go to college, Jake made sure I didn't look at that one too hard, I'm not sure why.
"Are you doing anything tonight?" She questions.
"No," I shake my head. So, we're talking about an actual party.
"You should come, it'll be really fun," she smiles, "do you want to?"
After hearing her talk about it and how fun she says it'll be, I agree to go with her. Once I'm there, the party will actually start anyway.
"Good! I'm so excited. Me and my friend Bekah will come pick you up around eight tonight," I give her Grey's address and everything and she gives me a tight, happy hug before getting into her car.
"What took so long?" Grey holds his arm open for me to walk into and I do as soon as I walk in the restaurant.
"Abby invited me to a party," I smile, content. I breathe in and get a whiff of his scent, which just butters my biscuit nicely.
"Oh really?" he hums, lifting me up onto his lap as he sits sturdy on a barstool.
"I'm going to hurt your legs," I warn. If it's not the bones in my butt, then it's my weight.
"Hush Lilah," he places a kiss on my neck.
"I'm telling the truth. Especially since I just ate a lot," I lift my shirt a bit, "see, look, there's Tubs."
He places his hand on my stomach and feels its tenseness from all that food.
"Hungry still?" he questions softly.
"Are you even feeling it? It's so tense, it's not even funny," I assure him. I stick my hand up under his shirt, feeling his stomach. Good Lord, it feels so nice.
"You're hungry?" I mock him, making my voice deeper and slower just like his.
It's weird but I love the way he talks. It makes me happy.
Even though his voice hardly ever sounds like anything close to being happy, hearing his voice just makes me smile.
His deep tone, his slowed words, and his soft drawl, I cant help but love the way they work together to create the most velvety and fruity voice in the world.
I could listen to him talk all day long. But he would never talk that much. Maybe that's why I love his voice so much, or at least a reason. It's because he only speaks when it's needed.
His eyes tell most of what he's feeling. At first, I thought he had no emotion whatsoever. Now I know he's full of them.
I look up at his eyes. They rest softly looking at me, his eyebrows not a bit furrowed and his lips set relaxed, only turned up at the corners the tiniest bit. He's content and he's happy.
I'm sure I'm completely readable by even a stranger.
"You know we're completely different?" he says suddenly, the happiness off of his face. It's replaced with a look that takes on a certain unhappy gleam. A slight mad one but also a slight upset or sad one.
"Of course I know that. You know how boring we would be if I was the same as you?" he narrows his eyes playfully and I laugh.
"I'm kidding. But being as different as we are just makes every day more interesting," I tell him honestly.
"And I couldn't imagine myself being quiet and calm. I just can't," I hold onto my heart just thinking about it.
"I can't imagine being wilder than shit," he grumbles and I smile, picturing him with the same energy as me.
"So that party huh?" he changes the subject.
"I kind of want to go. Y'know experience and everything," I shrug, "want to come with me?"
"I have to work tonight," he tucks my hair behind my ear, "and I'm not a partier Lilah."
"Well me either," I straighten his silver chain.
"But in metaphorical terms, I am the party."
"Obviously," he rolls his eyes like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Which it is.
"I'm a little nervous," I admit.
"You know what not to do," he places two kisses on my cheek. My eyes widen a teeny bit. What do I not do? Was there some sort of rulebook I'm missing out on?
"Let's go home," he stands with me in his arms and sets me on my feet.
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Grey lies on the bed, his shirt off, looking all wonderful and stuff, watching me walk around the room like a chicken with my head cut off.
"What do you wear to these things? Not like, fancy dresses, I know that but...do you wear like club attire," not like I've ever been to one but whatever, "or like a nicer dress?"
I look over at him. He sits there, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion with his tattooed hand slightly down the front of his pants. Why in the world?
I text Abby because obviously this man has no idea what's going on. I love him to death.
"Why is your hand there?" I point to his hand.
"Because," he answers simply.
"So name off these things that I should know not to do," I suggest and his eyebrows furrow a lot further than before.
"Are you saying you don't know what not to do?" he questions. I smile.
"I've never been to a party before, no one's told me the rules," I shrug. There can't be that many. Were my parents supposed to tell me these things?
Grey sits up, his eyes flash more in a small fit of what I would call his version of slightly panicking.
"Are you fucking me, Azalea?" He questions. I smirk a little and shake my head at myself. This is serious.
"I'm not freaking you, Grey," I nod seriously. His jaw tenses harshly and he stands up. He grabs me by the waist and throws me onto the bed, standing in front of me. I smile up at him.
"Stop smiling, this is serious," he points at me and I stop smiling, not even realizing I was doing it in the first place.
"You shouldn't go," he shakes his head.
"But I want to."
"It's not safe for you anymore. I don't feel good about it," he tells me honestly.
"Then tell me the rules," I suggest and he breathes out harshly.
"Don't wander off anywhere by yourself," he starts, "just because you see someone who looks nice, doesn't mean they actually are."
"Okay," I nod.
"Don't fucking compliment people. Just don't. Maybe you can to girls because I don't know they're fucking weird drunks but random people, don't."
My eyes widen at that.
"And do not," he stresses, "compliment-, look at me Azalea," he grips onto my chin, making sure I'm paying close attention to him.
"Do not fucking compliment any guys in any way. Better yet, don't look at them. They're frat guys. They fuck any girl who looks at them."
"Frat guys?" This is going to be a frat party?
"It's at SHU, Lilah. That's the biggest party school in Tennessee," he stresses. Oh shoot.
"Okay, got it. Don't look at the guys because they're way too hornish," I give him a thumbs up and he looks down at me for a second before bending really fast and kissing me, then returning to his teaching mode.
"Don't take drinks from anybody. Don't sit your drinks down anywhere. Keep it to yourself, never take your eyes off your drink," he says.
"Why?" I feel stupid.
"They'll fucking drug you quicker than you can blink," he grumbles and I wince.
"If you see food; do not fucking eat it."
"What if it just smells really, really good? And I get hungry?" I question.
"What did I just say?" he gives me a look like 'don't be stupid.'
"Don't eat it. I won't eat it, I promise."
"If you see someone sitting by themselves, do not go and talk to them," he knows me a little bit too well, "leave them the fuck alone."
"Don't even go to the bathroom. Just don't. Don't go upstairs into random rooms, I don't care who you're with. Unless you want to see shit, don't go upstairs in those houses."
"What crap? I ask.
"People full-on fucking. Threesomes. Foursomes. Orgies. God knows what the fuck you would see up there, just don't go up there, okay?"
"Okay," I nod and his lips curve up at the corners, his eyes softening.
"You're so beautiful," my heart melts.
"Thank you," I smile softly.
"If someone tells you that, they're trying to get in your pants," he deadpans and my mouth drops open.
"Are you trying to get in my pants?" I question.
"I'm allowed to do that. Anyone else isn't."
"Oaklee has told me I'm beautiful," I tell him.
"Who's Oaklee?"
"Sanfred," I roll my eyes.
"Sanfred likes to fuck with me and piss me off," he answers.
"These are a lot of rules," I grow worried. What if I accidentally forget the 'don't go to the bathroom' rule?
"Just stay with Abby, Azalea," he sits down next to me.
"And if she fucking leaves you alone- I swear to God, you better beat her ass Azalea."
"I-okay," I decide as an answer.
"Are you sure you want to go?" he mumbles. I nod with a smile and my phone dings with a text from Abby.
'A cute little dress is perfect' her message reads.
I walk to the closet and pull out a blush dress with an open back and strappy straps. I slide it on and look at myself in the mirror. It swoops down in more of a v-shaped neckline. It doesn't show off much of my boobies. It's more than I would typically wear out so I think it's a good fit.
I walk out of the closet and stand in front of Grey. He puts his phone down and sits up.
"Mm," he hums, looking up at me. He grips onto my hips and pulls me down to him. I sit on his thigh and he never strays his eyes from me.
He stands me up and turns me around.
"Bend over," he orders.
"For what?"
"Bend over," he says again. I bend over like I'm picking something up off the ground and then stand back up.
"Don't bend over in this dress," he tells me, throwing his arms around my waist and pulling me back onto his lap. His lips find the base of my neck and I lean my head back against his shoulder. On the other side of the bed, Bear rolls onto his back in his sleep; sleeping through this whole thing.
"Will you be back by the time I get back?" I swallow thickly.
"Mhm," he hums against the skin on my neck. He grips my chin and turns my head around to him. He places his lips on mine somewhat urgently as his left-hand trails up my neck before resting it right under jaw.
"I'll be here to get this dress off you," he mumbles against my lips.
"Aw, that's sweet Sugar. I did have some trouble getting it over my head when I was putting it on," I place my hand on his cheek, kissing him softly. He barely moves his lips against mine.
"What?" I pull away, tilting my head. He looks at me like 'are you kidding?'
"Nothing," he shakes his head, "I love you."
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-Ashlyn Montgomery