Forever His (Previously You Can't be Serious)

Chapter 14

Luca leaned back and took a sip of Marco's drink. "He's pussy whipped. It's his girlfriend who he had to ditch for work. So, I took the opportunity to get acquainted with my future sister-in-law." The entire table stilled.

I chose this moment to speak up. "Shut up, Luca. We only met a couple weeks ago."

He clicked his tongue. "He wants his ring on your hand. Trust me, I'm his brother."

I rolled my eyes and took a sip of the drink that was set in front of me. Luca introduced me to the rest of the group and, thankfully, none of them were as perverted as Marco.

I just nodded and smiled, swallowing my booze. After more shots then I should've had, the other girls at the table dragged me over to the dance floor. I took my clutch and let myself be dragged. Everything seemed happy and bright, I giggled as we all tripped over our heels. I let my body flow with the music, letting the sound control me. All my senses dulled and I barely noticed someone grabbing onto my hips and grinding against me. I didn't even look to see who it was and just continued dancing, letting the person's hands travel up and down my body. I danced, forgetting everything.

Forgetting Angelo.

Forgetting Nicholas.

Forgetting the smell of cigarettes that bothered me so much.

I was enjoying myself when I felt myself being grabbed and thrown over somebody's shoulder. I giggled as his hands tickled the back of my knees by accident. Giggling felt nice. Yeah. Giggling. And some vodka. That sounded nice too.

"Hey stranger, can I get a drink?" I asked the person who was holding me.

No answer came from him and I shrugged my shoulders. I think I was getting kidnapped. I don't know. Maybe.

Damn, that must've been some strong booze I had tonight. My brain wasn't even forming a proper thought.

Soon I felt the night air on my exposed skin and a familiar green Lamborghini came into view. I've seen it before. Whose was it again? It started with an A.

Adrian? Ashton?

"Angelo!" I exclaimed loudly, excited that I remembered. I remembered, just like Dori in Finding Nemo. I liked that movie. It was a nice movie.

"Don't. Say. Anything." Angelo said to me as he started his nice car.

I looked at him. He was really attractive. I unconsciously bit my lip as I stared at his jaw.

He had a really nice jaw.

"You have a really nice jaw." I traced my finger across his jaw line. He swatted my hand away.

"Aria. Just. Shut. Up. You're so damn drunk right now." I hmphed at him and turned to look out the window. He can be a negative Nancy but I'm going to be a happy Helen.

Damn. I was drunk. I played with my hair and giggled as it slipped off my finger. Eventually, my eyelids slowly started to shut. I was tired.

Yeah. Tired. I should sleep. I tucked my legs underneath me and let sleep take me away.

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Angelo's POV

I glanced over at Aria passed out in the passenger's seat.

I knew she would be mad that I didn't go with her, but I didn't think she would be made enough to go with Luca, and then be dancing with Marcus.

Ugh, bloody Marcus. That douchebag. I never really liked him. I mean, I was a player too, but he just flat out treated women like shit.

Honestly, I was angry at her. Why did she really go to the club with Luca? Does she like him? I knew that he definitely had an eye for her. The thought of Aria leaving me for Luca sent a foreign pain through my chest. He was closer to her age, maybe she thought he was the better choice. And that he was more fun and all I did was work.

She would be right.

I haven't made time for her this whole week, and the one day that was supposed to belong to her, I was working during as well. I looked back over at her sleeping form and pushed away all insecurities for the time being. She needed to rest and we would talk in the morning.

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A/N

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