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Chapter 95
Ethan
When I went to the bar, it wasn’t to find someone. Ethan Steele doesn’t have time for a girlfriend. But fooling around Im not against that idea. It would be fun to have a friends–with–benefits thing going on, so I didn’t have to keep teaching different people what I like in bed. The hard part, however, is to and someone you have amazing chemistry with
I didn’t expect to have that with Freya Smith..
She leans back after kissing me, a bit unsteaily on her legs. Her lips are swollen from our making out, and since I’m not a total dick, I’m about to comment on what a good kisser she is, but I stop myself. Is she drunk? Her brown eyes are tired and
sunken in.
Shit
She is definitely well past the tipsy stage. It makes me feel rotten on the inside. If I had known she was drunk, I wouldn’t have let her kiss me. But oh well, nothing I can do about that now except for maybe helping her home.
“You’re an annoyingly good kisser…” Freya mutters, making a tiny smile curl my lips.
“You’re not so bad yourself, but kissing strangers when you’re drunk might not be the safest idea.”
“You’re not a stranger,” she glares at me, her eyes slightly out of sync.
I bite back a laugh. “Uh–huh?”
“Y–yeah,” she is slurring now. “You’re my–p–partner..”
“In crime, you mean?”
A drunk chuckle leaves her lips. “Sactly.”
Gosh, now she isn’t even speaking english anymore. What do I do? Find her a cab? That’s probably for the best…
I straighten up and grab Freya’s hand when I notice her swaying from side to side. She is getting more drunk by the second)
“Did you come here with a friend?” I ask, hoping there might be someone who can take this little troublemaker home.
“All alone…”
I glance down at the shortie. “What was that?”
“Nothin…” Freya is squinting at me now. “Are you single?”
My brows rise. “Of course.”
She sucks her lips into her mouth, wetting them despite there being lipgloss on them. After a long pause, she says, “You’re way too pretty to be single.”
Pretty! I heard hot and sexy, but pretty? That’s new.
I stare down at her in stunned silence before I burst out laughing “Thanks, I guess?”
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“You’re also too cocky.”
A blush rises in her cheeks after muttering that, and Ichuckle, eyeing Freya with amusement. She reminds me of a grouchy little kitten when she is drunk.
Cute.
“We should probably get you home,” my voice is soft. “Where do you live?”
Freya’s face scrunches up in concentration as if trying to remember her own address is a monumental task. “Umm… with my parents. In their basement.”
I didn’t expect her to be oversharing, but then again, she is drunk. Very drunk.
“Okay, and where do your parents live?”
She waves her hand vaguely. “You know… in a house. With walls and stuff.
I chuckle. Is she always like this?
“Very helpful, Freya. How about I call you a cab?”
“No!” she exclaims, grabbing my arm as if we aren’t strangers but good friends about to head out shopping arm–in–arm. “I dun wanna go home… Please… Not home.”
Isigh at her whiny voice, amused but also concerned. “I think you’ve had enough fun for one night. Come on, let’s get you
some water.”
I guide her to the bar, ordering a glass of water, When it arrives, he starts sipping it distrustfully, as if she believes I may have poisoned it. I just smile, and when she doesn’t drop down dead on the floor, she loses her suspicious look.
“So,” she drawls. “You never answered my question. Why are you single, Mr. Handsome CEO?”
I shrug. “Work keeps me busy. And I haven’t found the right person, I guess.”
Freya nods sagely as if I’ve imparted some great wisdom. “Make sense. You’re probably looking for someone smart and sophisticated and boring.”
“Boring?” I repeat, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, you know. Someone who doesn’t steal makeup or kiss strangers in bars,” she giggles. “I can’t see you dating a trainwreck.”
“Is that what you think you are, Freya?”
Freya’s eyes widen at my question. Interesting. Did she expect me to agree? Her cheeks are becoming more and more red. Am I making her nervous? I’m curious to know what is on her mind, and I wait patiently for when she finally opens her mouth…just to hiccup. Seriously?
“I…” she starts, then hiccups again. “I’m definitely not CEO girlfriend material, that’s for sure.”
I lean in closer, intrigued by her brutal honesty. “And what makes you say that?”
She counts off on her fingers, swaying slightly. “Lemme see… I’m unemployed, living in my parent’s basement, and hah…I has nut allergy. Oh, oh, oh! My ex–husband is having baby with me sister.” Her face crumples a bit at the last part.
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My heart twists dunexpectedly. Freya’s English is drunk and broken, but so is her prior heart, I reach out and deadly her as she nearly topples off the barstool.
“That’s… a lot.” I say sofily. “I’m sorry about your ex and your sider. That’s really shitty of them
Freya looks up at me, her brown eyes glistening with unshed tea “Yeah, it is. But you know what? Screw them. I’m gonna be fine. I just need to… to figure some stuff out”
I find myself smiling at her determination. “I have no doubt you will.
She squints at me suspiciously. “Are you making fun of Mr. CEO
ipe
“Not at all.” I say honestly. “I think you’re stronger than you think
Freya gives me another surprised look–seriously, has no one ever given her a compliment before? She looks so shocked by me being nice to her that it’s almost pissing me off, especially when it looks like she might cry, but then she blinks rapidly and shakes her head.
“You dun even know me, Mr. CEO,” she mumbles, looking down at her empty water glass.
I shrug. “Maybe not. But I know enough to see that you’re resilient. Not everyone could go through what you have and still be out here, living life.”
She snorts. “You call this living? Getting drunk in a bar and kissing strangers?”
“Hey, at least you’re not wallowing in self–pity at home,” I point out. “That counts for something.”
Freya looks up at me, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I guess you’re right. Though I’m not sure my liver would agree.”
I chuckle. “Fair point. How about we get you home now? You’ve had quite the night.”
“Probably is a good idea. But… I dun wanna go back to my parents‘ place. Not like this.”
1 hesitate for a moment, knowing what I’m about to suggest is probably a bad idea. But something about Freya makes me want to help her.
“You could crash at my place,” I offer. “I have a guest room. No funny business, I promise.”
Freya’s eyebrows shoot up. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” I say, surprised by my own offer but not regretting it. You can sleep it off and head home in the morning.” Freya eyes me suspiciously. “You’re not gonna try anything weire, are you? Because I may be drunk, but I can still fight.” I can’t help but laugh at her bravado. “No weird stuff, I promise. Just a place to sleep.”
Her drunken mind considers it for a moment before she relents Okay. But you better not be a serial killer, or Im gonna be really mad.”
“Noted,” I say, entertained that she seems to think she is a fighter even in her drunken state. “Come on, let’s get you out of
here.”
I help Freya off the barstool, steadying her as she sways on her feet. She is super short despite wearing heels, but I duck so she won’t see my amused smile.
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Chapter 95
Better not tease the tigress_
We make our way out of the bar, with Freya stumbling slightly every few steps. As we exit into the cool night air, she shivers.
“Cold?” I ask.
She shakes her head, but her teeth are chattering slightly. Little kitten is obviously too stubborn to ask for help so I shrugoff my jacket and drape it over her small shoulders. It’s way too big on her, and I’m having trouble fighting back a smile when Freya looks up at me in surprise.
“You’re nicer than you look…”
“Is that your way of thanking me?”
She blushes. “Maybe.” Her voice is low, and after a second of silence, she mumbles. “Thank you.”
Ah, so she can show gratitude–good to know
Smiling, I call for my driver, and within minutes, a sleek black car pulls up to the curb. I open the door for Freya, helping her inside before sliding in next to her. It isn’t a very long drive to my place, but five minutes in and Freya is already leaning her head against my bicep
I breathe a laugh. “Chaotic, aren’t you?” there’s no answer, but I didn’t expect one. The kitten is finally asleep.
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