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|Resist Me(Men of Inked #5) by Chelle Bliss|
“And a child.”
“I’m drunk,” I blurted, burping and covering my mouth.
“Have you at least talked with him?” Suzy asked, taking another sip of her drink.
“When is that baby going to pop out so you can drink with us again?” I asked, leaning over the table and poking her belly.
“More months than I wish to count.”
“It better have a pu**y, dear Suzy. No more cocks in this family.” I sat back down just as the waitress approached. “Ahh, perfect timing,” I howled as I grabbed the drink off her tray and set it in front of me without spilling a drop.
“We want it to be a surprise,” Suzy said, smiling.
“Surprises suck,” I shot back. “To pu**y!” I yelled, holding my glass high before taking a sip. To my shock, it wasn’t what I’d ordered. “What the f**k is this?” I asked, looking at the drink.
“I cut your ass off,” Mia replied.
“You’re such a party pooper.”
“You’ll thank me tomorrow.”
“Are you going to see him again?”
I turned my head to look at Suzy as her words registered with me. My brain had to work overtime to process each phrase. Clearly Mia had been right in cutting off my drinks.
“Who?” I asked, swaying in my chair.
“For the love of God,” Suzy whined, looking toward the ceiling.
“Is he there?”
“Who?” she asked.
“Jesus, girl. Get your shit together,” Suzy scolded me, biting her lip to stifle a laugh.
“Why? We leaving?”
“Are you going to see James again?” Suzy said, leaning forward, almost resting her belly on the table.
“You don’t have to be so serious,” I said, blinking slowly and opening my eyes wide. I felt like I was sitting there with my eyes closed, looking through slits.
“Mia, I’m gonna choke her ass out. You talk to her.” Suzy leaned back in her chair as she glared at me.
“James, Izzy. Are you going to see him again?”
“Fuck,” I muttered, trying to look at my phone, but my eyes were almost crossed. “We were texting and he said I’m to call him as soon as I get inside tonight and he’ll be over after work tomorrow or at least that’s what he said.”
“I like him,” Suzy said, a sappy grin on her face.
“You would,” I said, resting my head in my hand. I felt like I had a bowling ball rolling around in my head. I just wanted to lie down for a bit.
“Come on, princess. It’s time to get you home. You’re going to need your beauty sleep if James is coming over tomorrow,” Mia said, grabbing me under the arms from behind.
I slapped her hands away. “I can walk.”
“Fine, tough ass. I want to see this shit on those heels.”
“I’m a pro,” I bragged, trying to climb off the high-top chair.
“I’m filming this shit to blackmail you later,” Mia said, pulling the phone from her purse.
“I’ll kill ya,” I said as I slipped, grabbing the table for support. I steadied myself and turned to her. “Mia, put that shit away and help me.”
“You’re one crazy bitch.”
“You girls love me anyway.” I smiled, wrapping my arm around Mia as she helped me to the door.
I must’ve passed out in the car, because before I knew it, I was sitting on the couch in my living room with Mia and Suzy.
“Gimme your foot,” Suzy demanded, bending down in front of me and touching my leg.
“What are you doing?” I asked, giving her my leg without hesitation.
“Helping your hot-mess self get undressed,” she crowed, unstrapping my shoe.
“I can do it,” I argued, falling back into the comfy cushions. “Just leave me here.”
“Don’t you want to go to your bed?” Mia asked, standing behind Suzy.
Mia looked like a giant Greek goddess from where I sat. Her long hair moved as if a soft breeze were circulating in the room. Clearly, I was three sheets to the wind and way beyond my limit.
“No, don’t move me,” I begged. “Everything just stopped spinning.”
“Fine.” Suzy stood and smoothed her pretty pink maternity dress.
“Are you sure, love?” Mia asked, tilting her head and staring at me.
“Please just leave me here. Go home to your bossy-ass men and leave me in peace.”
“Love ya, Iz,” Suzy said, patting my leg.
“You’re a crazy whore,” Mia said with a small laugh as she bent down to kiss my cheek. “I love ya too.”
“I love you bitches, but if you don’t get the f**k out, I’m gonna scream.”
They threw their hands up as Mia said, “We’re going. I left aspirin and water next to you. You’re going to need them.”
“Fuck off, bitches.”
The sound of their heels grew softer as they walked toward the front door before I heard the lock engage.
I sighed, happy to be alone in peace as I let my heavy eyelids close and drifted off to sleep.
“Wake up, beautiful,” I heard a man say in my dream. “Isabella.” The deep voice rang in my ear.
As I felt something touch my lips, my eyes flew open to see a pair of green eyes staring back at me.
I blinked, clearing my vision. The alcohol must have clouded more than just my eyes, because he looked like… Fuck. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember his name.