I wrap my arm around her waist as we make our way up towards the house, I can already hear the loud thumping music resonating from inside - luckily there aren't any neighbours close by or else this party would be shut down very quickly. Amelia tilts her head to rest on my shoulder as we approach th
If they confirm what he's talking about, then I could potentially be on board. He keeps his word and we're done in relatively quickly and I depart back inside to find Amelia. She's not where I last saw her, and I'm struggling to find the group of girls she was with as well. "Hey stranger" A tall bl
I grab a drink from the bar and scan the room again to try and find her. She's not anywhere to be seen in the small area where people are dancing, there has to be somewhere else where they all are. Fuck, I've got to stop letting her out of my sight like this. Over on the other side of the room there
She tastes of strawberries and vodka, and she's somehow managed to get glitter in her hair. "No not dance, you know I don't dance" I inform her, placing my hands on her hips as she wriggles them around in perfect rhythm with the music. "You've danced with me before" Her rebuttal is slurred but tru
Song after song passes by, and eventually Amelia seems to be slowing down. Perhaps there is a god. "Let's go home baby" I whisper to her as she lays her head on my shoulder. She nods her head and takes my hand as I lead her back towards the front door. "Don't we have to say goodbye?" Amelia quietl
I wake up with a sharp shooting pain in my head, pain radiating behind my closed eyes. My cheek is resting on Rhode 's shoulder and I can feel his stumble against my temple. He's cradling me against his chest as it methodically moves up and down. I squint my eyes open despite the pain and take a pee
"Well my head hurts a significant amount. Please tell me I didn't do anything stupid" I beg as he places his hand on my shoulder, rubbing it gently. "Nothing spectacularly stupid, though you did agree to spend the day today with Francesca" I bolt upright as he speaks and instantly clutch my head in
"Amelia darling!" I hear Francesca's silky voice call out the instant I step foot into the small upmarket boutique. Her body looks like a replica Barbie, completely on display in a tight pair of black bike shorts and and Gucci top with a belt secured tightly to her tiny waist. She wraps me in a hug