Spoiled by my Ex's Uncle 8

LEILA MILLER.

I stumbled in the direction of the restroom, my head a mess as the alcohol runs through my veins, the adrenalin rushing along with it making teh entire place feel dizzy to me. The pounding music of the nightclub vibrated not just through out the club, but through my body entirely, making it hard for me to focus on anything other than the dizziness swirling in my head and the world that feels as though it is spinning too as well.

I do not know how i found myself here really for the night seemed to have taken a sick, or a rather sharp turn quick enough. One minute i was trying to drown out the thoughts of Matt, his lies, excuses and how he strung me along all this while not to mention his disappearing act. He is not out there working for his uncle, or for the pack, or trying to expand the business. I am sure he is with her, he must have been with her the entire day and the thought alone had me downing more alcohol than i would have usually done. Is he screwing at this very moment? Maybe. 

Still, I trued to push his thought out of my mind, and followed Gracie onto the dance floor, where we let lose, dancing amidst the crowd and getting lost in it all, letting the problems ward off all on its own, getting lost in the moment and just being my old self. I admit, after a short while, i had forgotten all about everything else from the past, and truly living in the moment. 

However, after a while, i excused myself from the dance floor and made my way in the direction of the rest room. And after using it, i stepped out, my mind still whoozy from the alcohol. Along the course of that, I bumped into a hard, built body, making me instantly take a few steps back—thankfully managing to get a hold of myself before I could fall. But fuck is that a hard and well built wall, or body. 

I looked up, and through my blurred gaze, i could make out the figure of someone--a person, and seemingly, a man even. I shook my head, my gaze still blurry as ever as i was unable to make out his face. “I am sorry,” I apologized, before trying to side step the man and make my way back into the club. The alcohol is starting to wave off slightly, and i think it is best if i go find Gracie now and maybe call it a night before we, or more like i end up doing something stupid.

However, after just a step forward, my head spun again then, and I twisted my ankle, making me fall back. I braced myself expecting contact with the floor but I felt arms around me, pull me up and steadied against a warm body. "Be careful where you are going," his voice came, deep, rough but enough to send a strange shiver down my body. His grip around my arm was steady and firm, steadying me before i fall face flat and kiss the ground. “Are you okay?” He then asked in a low voice, his voice a tad bit softer than earlier and missing its earlier gruffness.

My stomach was instantly in knots, as I raised my head to look at the person. But my gaze was so blurry, I could barely make out his face nor my thoughts. I am still very much aware of his arms around me, holding me upright because my legs suddenly felt uncooperative. The only words that made it out being, “I am sorry,” I whispered once again. “I am sorry." I do not know why i keep the same thing really that just seem to be the only thing my mind can conjure up at the very moment.

“You have had a lot to drink it appears.” His voice came again, sounding certain almost as if he is aware of just how much i had to drink. “You should be more careful aorund here.” I think that is what he said, I am not sure, I could only see his lips moving, and I could only feel how good his warm body feels against mine. Though my mind vaguely made sense of it but still. 

He was right, the alcohol had dulled out everything i did not wnat to feel, and that includes the hurt inflicted by Matt. I had forgotten all about them at that moment and could only focus on hwo much i loved this stranger's voice, of how i love the feel of his skin against mine, and just how much i feel drawn to him, like i ached and craved for his touch desperately.