Chapter 2 High And Horny
- The ride to The Castello bar was as awkward as hell, especially for Amelia. Rey had gone as far as changing into something more casual, saying he was hired to be a protector, not an office attendant.
- His outfit was no doubt casual, but not in the eyes of Amelia, who wouldn't stop drooling at the sight of his maleness flexing under his pants.
- Rey, who seemed on the verge of laughter, rescued her, much to her dismauy. "Focus, princess, I'm certain you have a boyfriend."
- She shifted with discomfort in her seat and averted her gaze from his torso to the car window.
- They both said nothing to each other afterwards until they arrived at the bar.
- "Remember, one word from your mouth to my ears, and you're sacked. Forever." Amelia said, dragging out the 'forever' like her life depended on it.
- Technically, it did. Her friends, boyfriend, and girls who were obsessed with her would all be at the party, and she'd be as good as dead if they found out that she has a babysitter.
- She took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, not bothering to check if Rey was tagging behind her because she knew he'd definitely be.
- Her eyes lit up at the buzzing atmosphere of the bar as soon as she stepped inside. A few of her friends were hurdled up against each other, and hard rock music buzzed across the room. It was just what she needed. A light party to calm her nerves and the pent-up tension in her body.
- She scanned the whole room for Max, her boyfriend, ignoring the lustful eyes of other guys. She finally found him at the bar, gulping down three shots of tequila at a time.
- Her brows furrowed as she walked closer to him, brushing past whoever stood in her way.
- "Max," she called out to him, waving her hands frantically in the air.
- Max turned, and his eyes collided with hers. A smile pulled the corner of his lips up at the sight of the red dress she wore. She looked as hot as usual.
- He stood from the chair, taking along with him the strongest shot of tequila.
- "You look hot, babe," he said, approaching her and planting a kiss on her nipple through her dress. "...as always"
- Amelia giggled shyly and hugged him. "You don't look bad either," she said, running her hands through his hair. It was her favorite thing to do.
- Max looked up to see cold blue eyes staring at him indignantly, a few meters behind Amelia.
- He detangled from the hug. "Do you know that stranger behind you, he keeps staring at us?"
- Amelia whirled around to meet the starry eyes of Rey. She sighed, pulling Max into a tight embrace. "Apparently my dad decided to get me a babysitter."
- "Babysitter?" Max asked.
- She rolled her eyes. "A bodyguard can be referred to as a babysitter, don't you think so?"
- Max smirked, "True."
- Rey continued to stare at Max from where he sat, this time more intently. He wasn't one to write off people at first glance, but the constant screaming of his instincts at him wasn't one he could ignore either.
- "Here, babe, I got you this," Max mumbled, handing Amelia the tequila he ordered, specially from the mixologist.
- Amelia's face pulled down. She hated drinking, and Max knew, "I don't want to drink. I hate alcohol, and you know that."
- "Well, I want you to drink this. There's room for trying out new things in our relationship as far as I'm concerned," Max said firmly.
- "But-
- "No buts Amelia, it's just tequila, and trust me, you'd love it," Max cut in.
- Amelia sighed and folded her arms across her chest. "I don't want to, Max! Why is that so hard to grasp?!" She half-yelled.
- Max pulled away from her, his eyes blazing with fury at her sudden outburst. "You know what? Suit yourself!"
- She gasped, she hadn't expected him to get so angry over such a menial issue as her not wanting to drink.
- "Really max? Fine!"
- She grabbed the glass from him and snapped her eyes shut before emptying the contents into her mouth with a blow.
- The sore taste of the tequila burned her throat, and she coughed, placing her hand soothingly on her chest.
- "It burns," she drawed out.
- "As it should, you'd get used to it soon," Max said, holding up her hair while she continued to cough.
- The air around her seemed to grow hotter and hotter with each passing second. She mumbled words that made no sense, trying as much as she could to keep her feet on the ground.
- Until she felt a hand snake around her waist, pulling her closer while the other grabbed her boobs and pressed gently.
- She jerked and blinked hard. The effect of the said tequila was already taking its toll on her, but still, she knew when she was being touched without her consent.
- "S-stop t…t-touching m-me," she stammered out, slapping the hands away from her boobs.
- But her efforts seemed fruitless. To Max, it felt like air was barely passing through his skin.
- "Never," he mumbled, lowering the hand he placed on her waist to her buttocks and squeezed it hard.
- Amelia yelped. This shouldn't be happening. Max shouldn't be doing this to her.
- Rey, who's had a hard time controlling himself from not pouncing on Max at first glance, took a shot from the waitress passing by. He gulped it at once and charged at Max like a predator, ready to take on prey.
- The first thing his clenched fist came into contact with was Max's face.
- Max staggered. "The fuck, bro–
- Rey landed another punch on his already bruised face. His lips pursed as he thundered, his deep voice reverberating throughout the entire room. "Get your fucking hands away from her, shithole."
- Everywhere went deathly still. Max felt a liquid rush from the corner of his lips, and his face reddened instantly.
- He charged at Ray with the tequila glass, ready to stab him as many times as he could.
- "Max don't! Max fucking dropped the glass." Amelia tried to stop Max from doing something as foolish as fighting with a well-trained bodyguard.
- But Rey, on the other hand, was swift enough to dodge and land Max a kick in the groin.
- Max cried out in pain, wrapping his hands around his groin as bolts of pain shot through his legs.
- Amelia clasped her hands around her mouth in shock. She couldn't stand the sight of Rey dishing out punches to every part of Max's body and finally gave way to the drowsiness she was feeling.
- Rey saw her collapse, and he hastily jerked away from Max's body, but not before landing him the twentieth punch in just a minute.
- He rushed to her and pulled her from the floor, flinging her onto his shoulders as if she weighed nothing.
- “You'll be fine, princess,” he muttered softly in her ears, and then began to walk out of the bar. Cursing himself for not paying more attention to her shithole boyfriend.
- Carefully, he placed her on the back seat of the car and hopped on the driver's seat. He drove like one who had his wife in labor until he arrived at her house.
- As soon as he stepped into the house and dropped her on the floor.
- She staggered and advanced a step closer, pressing a forefinger to the pulse beating savagely at his throat. “I want you.”
- She closed the remaining distance separating them and let her breath feather over him. “I want you so badly, Rey.”
- She couldn't tell why, but her insides were burning with a desire to have him inside of her. To feel his cock buried deep inside her pussy.
- Rey flinched away from her touch. “You're drunk, princess. I'll tuck you in bed and sing you a lullaby to sleep.”
- She shook her head. “I want you tucked inside of me, not the other way around.”
- She saw his eyes darken. And she took it as a cue to help herself. She took his hands and pressed them gently on her aching breasts.
- Rey’s control snapped in half immediately, and he felt her soft breast warm his sturdy hands.
- “Amelia, we sh–
- She didn't let him finish. She pulled herself deeper into his body and slammed her lips against his. He was exploring every inch of his mouth like her life depended on it.