I sat Connor up and told him to stay there while I walked around to the other side. I opened the door, grabbed his arm and helped him out. He stumbled and it took every bit of strength I had to hold him up and not fall.
“Isn’t this a familiar scene?” I said to him as I walked him to the elevator.
I leaned him up against the wall while we waited for the doors to open. His eyes never left mine.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” he said.
“Not tonight, baby,” I said as the elevator doors opened and I helped him inside.
When we arrived to the penthouse, I helped him off the elevator and tried to get him up the stairs. He kept tripping over the steps and falling.
“Connor, you have to help me out here.”
I helped him climb up the stairs on his hands since he was way too drunk to walk up them. As soon as he made it to the top step, I stood him up and helped him to our bedroom. “Are you going to be sick?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said as he nodded his head.
“Hurry and get to the bathroom!” I exclaimed as I pushed him.
He made it to the bathroom just in time, and he started vomiting in the toilet. I left him there, went into the bedroom, and turned down the bed. When I went back into the bathroom, he was lying on the floor. I shook my head and sighed as I ran a washcloth under warm water and put it on his head.
“Come on; you need to get in bed,” I said as I sat him up.
“I’m sorry for everything, Ellery. I wouldn’t blame you if you left me and never wanted to see me again.”
“I’m not going to leave you, Connor. Please give me some help here, so you can go to bed. You need to sleep the alcohol off.”
As he was sitting up on the bathroom floor, I lifted his shirt off and helped him up. With my help, he made it to the bed and fell back on it. As I unbuttoned his pants and started to pull them down, he grabbed my hands.
“I love you so much,” he slurred.
“I know you do, and I love you too. Now, lift your ass up and help me get your pants off.”
Once I had him stripped down to his boxers, I told him to turn around and lie down on his pillow.
“Now, remember to lie on your side,” I said as I covered him with the sheet and wiped his forehead with the cloth one last time before he closed his eyes.
As I sighed, I got up from the bed and changed into my pajamas. I washed my face, put my hair in a ponytail, and lay down next to him, watching to make sure he stayed on his side.
***
I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. It was nine o’clock a.m. already, and I couldn’t believe I’d slept that late. I rolled over and Connor was still sound asleep. I got out of bed, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and headed to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. As much as Connor hated my hangover cocktail, he was going to need it desperately when he woke up. I gathered the ingredients and put them in the blender. I was pouring myself a cup of coffee when I heard someone clear his throat from behind me. I slowly turned around and stared at Connor as he leaned up against the wall with his arms folded.
“Didn’t I go over the rules with you last night?” he asked.
I couldn’t help but smile as I bit down on my bottom lip.
“Come here, baby,” he said as he held out his arms.
I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him as tightly as I could.
“I’m so sorry. Please tell me you forgive me,” he begged as he buried his face deep into my neck.
“I forgive you, but we need to talk,” I said.
“I know, and I’ll do anything to make things right. I love you, and I missed you so much.”
I broke our embrace and placed my hands on his face. “I missed you too,” I said as I kissed him. “Come sit down and have some coffee and the hangover cocktail I just made.”
“You know I hate that stuff, Elle.”
“I know you do, but it works and you have to be feeling pretty lousy right now.”
“I am,” he said as he rubbed his head.
I picked up the glass with the cocktail in it and sat down on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me as I brought the glass to his lips. “Drink.” I smiled.
He looked at me, made a face, and took a sip as I tilted the glass. He took it from my hand and chugged it down as fast as he could, then placed the glass on the counter.
“Where’s Julia?” he asked.
“She’s at the house with Mason. He’s going to pack her stuff up and bring her home later.”
“Let’s go sit on the couch,” he said.
We sat on the couch, and I snuggled up against him as he put his arm around me. “Do you remember anything about last night?” I asked.
“Not really. How did you know I was at the club?”
“Sarah used your phone to call me.”
“Oh,” he said as he looked away.
“It’s okay, Connor. She kept an eye on you until I got there. She’s a good person. I’ve misjudged her.”
“She is a good person, but don’t be going and becoming best friends with her.”