Chaotic (Imperfection Perfection #1)

I tried not to have a pissed off look on my face, but it was hard. He hadn’t done anything wrong, I had basically forced Mia onto him, but I didn’t have to actually like what I saw.

As soon as he reached me, his hands cradled my face and he bent down kissing me hard and deep like he was trying to pour of his love for me into that one kiss, even though I all ready knew. I think he was just being crushed with guilt for letting a girl even touch him. He pulled back and I could see Mia standing behind him, looking the opposite direction with her lips pushed into a tight line. Was she really thinking she was going to steal my boyfriend away from me tonight?”

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” he whispered before grabbing onto my hand. I slightly stumbled as my heels hit the floor but he was there, snaking his arm around my waist. “Have a little too much to drink?”

“I needed it,” I mumbled as we walked out of the bar and Mia trailed behind us, huffing the whole time.

After a silent car ride, we dropped Mia off. Apparently she was over being angry at Justin for shutting her down because she giggled as she got out of the car, “Can’t wait to see you tomorrow, sexy.”

Justin gave me a tight smile as he drove back to his house, his hand gliding up my bare thigh and giving a light squeeze. “I could always skip going over to your grandparent’s house if you wanted me to. I swear I tried to stop her every time but she just wouldn’t. I wasn’t ever like that was I?”

“No,” I giggled as he gave me a worried expression. “Girls just flock to you, I don’t think you even have to try. It’s ok though, I could tell you weren’t enjoying it at all. But you aren’t getting out of going, I don’t think I can handle her and my mother on my own.”

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting to really get an answer out of you. I saw how many drinks you had, and I’m pretty sure I even saw that asshole sitting next to you at the bar buy you a drink.”

“Mmm hmm,” I mumbled. “That’s about as coherent as its going to get.”

He pulled into the driveway, his house dark and still as he ran around to open my door. For whatever reason I launched myself out, almost doing a nose dive, before he scooped me up into his arms with a quiet laugh. “I need to make sure you get safely inside, wouldn’t want anything to happen to that sweet ass of yours.

He plopped me down on his leather couch after kicking the door open with his foot and going into the kitchen. “Here,” he said, returning with a glass of water and two pills. “I have a feeling you’re going to need this.”

I drank the whole thing down in one gulp as I watched Justin through half lidded eyes as he brought his duffle bag in, dragging it into the laundry room to empty it out. I still couldn’t believe how neat and tidy this place was every time I came over.

It had been his grandparent’s house, and after his grandma passed away, he moved in. The house was located conveniently near campus, but far enough to where he didn’t have to deal with rowdy neighbors like Nash did where he lived, right smack in the middle of all the fraternity and sorority houses.

“Be right back,” he called over his shoulder as he headed down the hallway towards his bedroom, probably to put any clean clothes away. I followed quickly behind him, holding on to the walls for support with one hand and stripping out of my dress with the other. I stood in his doorway, watching him for at least a few minutes until he realized I was there, his mouth gaping open as soon as he saw me.

“What are you doing, Della?” he asked, trying to keep a straight face. “Oh you know,” I replied nonchalantly as I stood in the doorway, one hand propped above my head while I stood there, almost completely naked beside the scrap of lace underwear I had on. “Just figured I’d help you get ready for bed.”

“Really?” he smirked, “I bet that’s what you were doing. Don’t think I’m about to take advantage of you while you’re drunk off your ass.” He scooped toiletries out of his bag and headed towards the attached bathroom, leaving me standing in his doorway.

Really? I figured he would have been jumping my bones by now. I was basically offering myself up to him on a platter, and he was going to deny me because I was a teensy bit drunk. Yeah, I don’t think so.

I followed him into the bathroom, propping myself up on the counter to wait for him until he stepped out of the closet. “Holy shit, Della you scared me,” he said as he shut the door, jumping back a step. “Sorry, I’m not used to having other people in the house with me.”

I sat back on my elbows as he came closer, leaning into whisper. “What in the hell are you doing?”

“Waiting for you,” I whispered back. “I need you to take care of me. Don’t you want to take care of me?”

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