Recognition hits me. Instinctively, I immediately reach for them at the same time Hendrix does, knowing exactly what they are. We have a small game of tug of war going on as I want nothing more than to hide my panties and myself for the rest of eternity.
“One of you needs to step away,” Jagger laughs loudly. “Read them sassy little things. ‘Consent is fucking required.’”
Mortified, I pull my hand back and look up at Hendrix who appears shocked at my reaction.
I glance back at Jagger and force myself to laugh. “He wins.” I don’t dare look back at Hendrix. I can feel him watching me. “Another shot please.”
Chapter Nine
Hendrix
I shove the panties in my back pocket. “I’ll be back. You two think you can stay sober enough to sweep the floor?”
“Whoa, man, is it your time of the month?” Jagger laughs as he tosses the bar rag over his shoulder.
“Yeah, something like that.” I start for the door. “I’ll be back with your ride,” I say to Olivia without bothering to look back as I walk out the door.
Once the door closes behind me, the cold air hits my lungs, and I finally let out a breath. I stand there for a minute, trying to figure out what the fuck I’m gonna do about this little predicament I’ve found myself in. Sins of the father. I don’t want it to be like that.
After I realize my balls are in serious danger of freezing, I start the walk home. I should have left earlier when it was warmer, but that little, crazy chick held my attention and kept me amused the entire fucking night.
This shit is not good, not good at all. Fucking Jagger. It is his fault. I mean, sort of. If he had only gone to that damned benefit like he was supposed to, none of this would have happened.
I open up the garage door and look at the car, shaking my head while thinking about how much time I have spent on it. I mean, who the fuck does that? Not me. Well, not for some chick I fucked the hell out of and had no intention of seeing again, even if I didn’t know it was her when I started.
Then, she shows up at my bar, acting like the modern day version of some fairytale princess who needed saving. Cinderella and the little panties she left at the ball. Yet, I am no fucking Prince Charming. I don’t even like to cuddle and shit after getting laid. I need a few moments after I come to get my shit together before I even want to be touched. Although, I sure as hell am not the kind of guy who comes, gets up, and walks out. And she fucking ditched me. She, miss smut panties who loves cartoon cats and fairies, ditched me, and I cleaned up her ride.
I was someone’s bitch, and I didn’t even know it.
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I walk in the bar to see Jagger leaning over the bar, smiling as bright as one of those florescent beer signs hanging in my damn window. The way she is looking at him is bothersome to say the least.
In the time it took for me to go home and come back, she has worked her way from tipsy to sloppy drunk. Here she is, grinning at Jagger, drunk off her ass. Then, she fucking snorts when she laughs, and the proverbial glass panties now fit Miss Smutty Panties’s ass, covering up that sweet as fuck *.
“You about ready?” I ask both of them. Jagger is staying with me, so at least there is safety in numbers.
“I got a lady waiting down the block.” He winks at Livi then walks toward the door. “Take it easy on this little one. She’s shit-faced.”
Take it easy. Take it fucking easy?
As I walk around the bar and hit the lights, I glance over, and Livi looks away.
“You ready?” I ask as I walk around the bar.
“Yesss,” she slurs.
As she stands, she stumbles. I have to force myself to keep my hands from reaching out to make sure she doesn’t fall. While she grabs the bar to steady herself, I just stand and stare.
“I shouldn’t have done the shots,” she slurs again and then shrugs. “I’m not good at shots.”
I don’t respond because I am well aware of how she is with shots. Who the fuck says that? A half crazy and drunk girl.
“Or drinking actually. I’m really, really bad at drinking.”
I give her a moment to collect herself, taking some odd comfort in her being uncomfortable. Hell, I’m uncomfortable.
“That’s obvious. Look, let’s get you home.” I walk slowly so, if she falls, I can catch her.
When we make it outside, she laughs out loud, giving a little snort and covering her mouth. For a moment, I forget I’m angry with her for deceiving me, which is what I assume is exactly what she has done. Damn if she doesn’t make it hard to be angry with her, though. The little snort brings me back to the closet, which is where I wish the shit had stayed.
I catch her gaze as she takes in her car. Even in her drunken stupor, she is lit up in excitement. Her eyes are brilliant with a chaser of bloodshot, but either way, she is beaming.
“You did this?”
“It was nothing,” I say as I open the passenger door, playing it off that way.
“It certainly was—is—well, both,” she says as she crawls into her car. I swear she smells the seats before sitting back and moaning, “Oh. My. God. You even cleaned in here.” She peeks up at me through the open door.