Ruined (7 page)

“We good?” I ask her, stepping close again.

She nods. “Yeah, we’re good.” She drops her head forward against my chest, leaving her hands on my chest. I wrap my arms around her and rest my chin on her head.

“It’s okay, sweetness, even the best of us get grumpy when we’re horny.” I laugh.

“You don’t give yourself a chance to get horny.” She mumbles into my shirt.

“Seriously though, you sure you don’t just want a quickie?” I ask with a smile, jumping back to avoid her fists.

“No! God, you’re vile.”

“Fine. You go back to the party, and I will be there shortly.” I step away from her, allowing her to move.

“Why? Where are you going?” She asks suspiciously.

I glance down at the very obvious bulge in my trousers. “You seem to have left me in a bad way babe. I need to sort this shit out.”

She shakes her head. “I should be used to it by now, and yet you never cease to shock and repulse me.” She turns and pulls the door open.

“It’s what you love about me!” I shout after her as she slips through the door, shaking her head.

I’m standing just outside the doors to the hotel, smoking a cigarette, when I catch sight of two brunettes approaching. They’re wearing black dresses and heels. Pretty enough. My already hard cock, begs me not to degrade myself by jacking off in the toilet, as though this is so beneath us. I kind of have to agree.

I flash my most charming smile at the two women, who bat their eyelashes and very unsubtly check me out.

“Ladies.” I say smoothly as I hold the door open for them. I quickly discard my cigarette, and follow them as they make their way to the hotel bar. Theo can cope without me for a little while.

CHAPTER FOUR

MOLLY

I’m laughing as George spins me around on the dance floor. He’s drunk, like really drunk.

I feel an arm loop through mine, and turn to see Lilly. She pulls me away from George and towards the bar. She leans her elbows on the bar and slumps forward against it.

“I have just spent the last ten minutes talking to the worlds most boring man about probate law. Shit, I can’t take much more of this.” She groans.

I laugh. “You’re fine. Stop being dramatic.”

I glance over my shoulder at the dance floor. George has shimmied off and is now dancing with someone else, someone I don’t know, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t either. The middle aged woman looks delighted though, so I guess he’s probably just made her night.

“I need a wee.” Lilly says. Girl code for, come to the toilet with me. You never turn down the toilet run, it’s just not done. “And then you and I are going to get fucking trashed. If I can still remember my own name in an hour then you’re a shit friend.” Her bright red lips kick up in a wry smile. She gestures the barman over with a seductive smile and a flick of her hair. He falls over himself to get to her. “Tequila, please.” He moves and grabs two shot glasses. “No.” She shakes her head. “The bottle will do. Charge it to the bill.” She says smugly.

I sigh, because no, she probably shouldn’t be getting wasted at her own engagement party, but fuck it, there’s no arguing with her. Theo knew she was a live wire when he proposed to her. He couldn’t possibly imagine that she would do this without some good old fashioned help. Lilly’s like a bush fire, wild and untameable. I try to rein her in where possible, but sometimes being a good friend isn’t about prying the tequila shot from her fingers, it’s about picking one up and getting rip roaring drunk with her. Besides, this isn’t the destructive drinking that she’s often fond of, this is celebratory drinking. Kind of.

She clings to my arm as she walks on sky scraper heals over the soft carpet of the hotel hallway. She’s swigging from the tequila as she goes. Oh god, even the smell has my stomach wanting to rebel. I can drink tequila, but it just reminds me of every horrifyingly bad hang over I’ve ever had. Lilly drinks that shit like it’s water. There’s a queue for the toilets just outside, so we venture further into the hotel in pursuit of a loo without a half hour wait time.

We manage to find one on the first floor. I push the door open and stop dead. Oh my fucking god. Really?!

There, leaning against the vanity unit, is a woman, skirt hiked up over her hips, and a very familiar blonde head of hair between her legs.

“Wow, really?” Lilly says casually.

Hugo at least has the decency to look a little sheepish. Once he’s removed his face from between the woman’s legs, that is, and his fingers from another one, that I hadn’t noticed standing on the other side of her.

He strains his neck to look up at us over the thigh that is currently thrown over his shoulder.

“Jesus, Hugo. When you said you need to sort yourself out, I thought you meant a quick wank.” I hold my hands up. “Silly me, should have known better. Threesomes with total strangers is much more your style.” I roll my eyes.

“Is she your girlfriend?” The woman whose vagina he was just face planting asks. There’s a sly lilt to her lips, which by the way, have far too much collagen in them. Ugh, she’s one of those women.

I snort. “God, no.” I laugh.

She scowls at me. Her friend looks embarrassed as she pulls her skirt down. Hugo removes the woman’s thigh and pushes to his feet. He shrugs, his trademark grin on his face. He’s like a puppy. It shits on the carpet, and you really want to tell it off, but it’s cute, and you can’t.

“Uh, that’s your cue to leave.” Lilly growls at the two girls. Trout pout looks like she might put up a fight, but a quick glare from Lilly silences her. The pair scurry out of the toilet.

“Seriously Hugo. Get some fucking standards.” Lilly sighs, before oh so graciously thrusting her tequila at me and going into one of the toilet cubicles.

Hugo watches me carefully. I shrug and offer him a small smile. It’s Hugo. You expect these things. I suppose it used to bother me when I was sleeping with him, mainly because it’s just gross. I know that the way Hugo is with me is about as close to respect as he’ll ever get with a woman. For a start, he cares if I’m mad at him, which is why he’s looking at me like that puppy that just shat on the carpet.

I take my lip gloss out of my clutch, and start applying it in the mirror. He goes to grab the tequila bottle and I snatch it away from him.

“If you seriously think you are drinking from that bottle after where your lips have just been, you are sadly mistaken.” I snort.

His lips kick up. “Well, as I recall, you don’t mind the taste of pussy.”

I let out an exasperated sigh and glance sideways at him. “See, now you manage to make that sound so dirty, when we both know that my own pussy on your lips is different to that skanky vagina you were just poking around in.”

He laughs, and I’m sure I hear a little giggle from the cubicle.

I turn back to the mirror, and rub my lips together. “I hope you at least got off before we lost you your companions for the night.” I smirk, and meet his eyes in the mirror.

He narrows his eyes. “What do you take me for? I made her blow me first. I don’t eat pussy without getting blown first.”

I raise an eyebrow at him, because I know that’s not true. He points at me in the mirror. “That’s different.” He says defensively.

“What’s different?” Lilly asks innocently as she opens the cubicle door. A small smirk pulls at her lips as she washes her hands.

“Nothing.” I say at the same time as Hugo. I glare at him, and he laughs.

Lilly’s smirk grows into a full blown grin. “You two are so fucking cute.” She says.

“Fuck you.” Hugo grumbles. She laughs as she dries her hands.

By the time we get back to the party, Hugo and Lilly have polished off the bottle of tequila. I made him wash his mouth out first. She’s clinging to his arm now. When it comes to drinking buddies, Hugo is always favourite. No-one parties like he does, and Lilly loves it, even though she likes to pretend she doesn’t like him, it’s all bullshit.

They go straight to the bar and order an unholy amount of vodka, and tequila slammers.

She pushes a double vodka and soda in front of me, along with three shots of tequila. “It is going to take a fuck load of the strong stuff to bleach what I just saw from my mind.” She announces. Hugo laughs. She clinks a shot glass with me, and downs the tequila like water. “Plus, this party sucks. We are going to have our own party.” She grins.

“About fucking time.” Hugo mumbles.

Shit is about to get messy.

I wake up on Sunday morning with a disgusting hang over. That party got crazy. When Lilly said she didn’t want boring, she wasn’t lying. Holy shit. I can’t remember much past the five Jeager bombs that she insisted I do with her.  I vaguely recall her vomming in a plant pot somewhere, and Theo holding her hair. Someone carrying me somewhere. Shit. I try to sit up, and my head spins violently.

“Oh fuck.” I moan, pressing my hand over my eyes.

I’m mentally willing myself to just die, and get it over with, when I notice a body in the bed next to me, and I freeze. Please tell me I did not bring home some random guy. Please, please, please. I pray to the god of dirty one night stands.

I gingerly glance to my right. Oh fuck no. The only thing worse than finding a stranger in your bed…finding Hugo in your bed.

“Nooo.” I groan to myself. I tilt my head back and stare at the ceiling. Why?! Why him?!

I look down at myself quickly. I’m wearing my ratty old Jack Daniels shirt, and a pair of sleep shorts. I’m not naked, but I clearly got naked, to get re-dressed at some point. Shit. I try and desperately pick through my foggy memories, until my head hurts even more.

I look back over to Hugo’s topless form. The duvet is sitting just above his hips. One arm is underneath the duvet, no doubt holding his junk, knowing Hugo. The other arm is thrown over his face, covering his eyes.

My eyes trail down over his defined chest, and his cut abs. Stop! I mentally scold myself.

Oh god, please tell me I didn’t fuck him. I mean, it’s Hugo. What is the likelihood that he managed to sleep in a bed with someone who possesses a vagina, and not fuck them? Pretty bloody unlikely. I take a deep breath and tentatively reach over to him. I take the edge of the duvet and carefully lift it, looking underneath. Boxers! He has boxers on. I breathe a sigh of relief.

“You know sweetness, if you wanted a peek at Rambo, you only have to ask.” His groggy voice makes me jump. He chuckles, a low throaty sound.

I grab my chest and swat at him. “Prick.” I grumble. My voice sounds thick and raspy. I hope I don’t look as bad as I feel and sound, because that would be bad, so so bad. “I was checking you had underwear on, in case we…” I wave my hand around.

He lowers his arm from his face and cocks an eyebrow at me. “In case we fucked?” He asks. I nod. He laughs. “Sweetness, there was no fucking way I was sticking my dick anywhere near you last night. You and Lilly, you’re a fucking liability, the pair of you.” She shakes his head.

I scowl. “I resent that statement. You will stick your dick in anything. And we weren’t that bad.” I say defensively. Truth be told, I can’t remember shit. For all I know, I could have been dancing naked on the bar. That might have happened once before. I blame Lilly! This shit only happens when I’m with her.

“I will not fuck anything. I have standards, and those standards do not include vomit covered, unconscious girls.”

I put my head in my hands and groan. “Shit. There was vomiting?”

He huffs a laugh. “It’s a good fucking job I like you as much as I do, because that was fucking disgusting.” He shudders. “I had to hose you down.”

“What?!” I shriek, but then flinch. Oh, my head!

“Yeah. I mean, I think about you naked a lot babe, but you might have just ruined it for me.” He throws his arm back over his eyes, and settles back into the bed, a stupid grin on his face. Dick.

“Why did you stay?” I ask.

“Because you asked me to.” He says bluntly. Me and my big, unhinged, drunken mouth. Bloody Lilly!

“So you washed me, dressed me, and then stayed the night…and just slept.” I ask.

“Yep. Just call me the fairy fucking godmother.” He grumbles.

I frown, even as this warm feeling spreads across my chest. Hugo is easier to deal with when he’s being an arse. I mean, he’s charming even when he
is
an arse. A Hugo who looks after me and puts me to bed…now that is dangerous.

I drag my arse out of bed, and sway slightly as I get to my feet. I check myself for a second, before staggering to my en-suite. I pee, and brush my teeth, trying to rid myself of the taste of Jeager, and…is that cigarette? Gross!

I glance in the mirror, and holy shit, that is so not pretty. I have make up all down my face. My eyes are blood shot and squinty, and my hair…It looks like it’s been washed, towel dried and slept on. Which it has. I find a hair tie next to my sink and scrape it into a messy bun. I then find my make-up wipes, and remove the layer of black that is making it’s descent down my cheeks.

God, I need water, but I don’t think I can make it to the kitchen. I feel like I’m going to hurl. I bend over and drink straight from the tap.

When I get back into my bedroom, Hugo hasn’t moved. I sit on the end of my bed, deliberating what to do with myself. A glance at the clock on my bedside table tells me it’s gone ten. God, I should get up and do something.

“Just fucking get back in bed.” Hugo mutters.

I turn, facing him. I can’t see his face, as his arm is still covering it. “What?”

“I know you’re freaking out, because it’s Sunday and you should do something.” He says in a mocking voice.

“Yeah, well some of us actually work in the week.” I retort.

He snorts. “Sweetness, you did more than enough last night. Now, you recover. If you’re desperate to do something, I’ll take you later.” His voice is still thick with sleep.

“Don’t you need to go home?” I ask. “What about Gary?”

“Maria’s in this morning. She’ll let him out. She’ll be pretty happy she doesn’t have to clean up after me this morning.” Maria is Hugo and Theo’s house keeper. Neither of them need a full time house keeper, so they share her. She goes to Hugo’s Friday through Sunday, and cleans up after his parties, and with some of the shit that goes down at those parties, I can only assume she is paid very, very well. “Come on.” He says, pulling back the duvet on my side.