Chapter 36/183: Drunk Adventures

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I took a gulp from my new glass, and my eyes burned. 

My hands shook as I attempted to register what Sean Jordan had just revealed.

'But that remained until the former stabbed the latter in the back, hard.'

I shuddered. Former... Latter... 

I think I'd gotten which was referring to which but... 

Let me check again.

Let me review what he said before. Please help me, my last two functioning brain cells.

'You're right, Ellington and Keith did seem like such a priceless and diamond duo.'

I shuddered again.

So just as I thought. 

The latter... the stabbed one was... Sebastian Keith...

Meaning the former, and the one who stabbed the latter in the back was... 

Rickard Ellington Conway...?

My heart gave a long clench, as my eyes stung. I took a step back from Sean Jordan, as I turned towards the drinking table, placing my vodka glass down and searching for another drink. The truth was I didn't want any other drink, but it's just that...

I didn't want to look at him with the broken expression I was currently having.

"So you see, in our last year of high school, Sebastian Keith had–" Sean Jordan had started again, but was cut off –

"Will you just shut the hell up?"

–by me.

Yes, that... was me...? 

Why did I... tell him to shut up...?

Wasn't he... telling me the thing I... always wanted to know...? 

The story neither Sebastian Keith nor Rickard Ellington Conway wanted to speak off...?

So why... did I not want to know anymore...?

Why was I... not interested...?

"Excuse me?" Sean shifted beside me, "Is the alcohol getting into your head, Miss Thorne? Do you really not want to know what Rickard Ellington di–"

"I told you to shut the hell up." My voice came thoughtless, "I don't wish to hear anything from you anymore."

I took my Vodka drink again, as I paced away, "Just leave me alone."

And I walked as away from him as possible, barely seeing where I was headed.

The truth was not that I was no longer interested in knowing what happened.

Nor was it that I did not want to hear it from him in particular.

Nor was it that I did not wish to know anymore.

It was the sentence he stated. About him.

That former man.

A tear strolled down my cheek, as millions of moments and seconds with Rickard Ellington Conway shot to my head.

From when he helped me on my first day at the company.

To when he smiled at me after Paris Fiore's incident and told me I smelled nice.

To when he kissed me under the fireworks on New Year's Eve.

To when he crossed a fire to save me.

To when he pointed a gun at his father to protect me.

And to many other times I saw and felt sides of him I thought were not possible.

I bit my lips hard. Remembering what I had learned about him tonight.

That was why I did not want to hear out from Jordan anymore.

Because learning about you lying to me about your fiancé was beyond redeem already.

Despite how much I wanted to hate you, that small part of me which was struggling at the deepest cores of my heart...

It did not want it.

It did not want your image to be further ruined for the night.

It did not want to... let go of all of that.

I wiped my tear, as I gulped more of my drink, approaching a group of young businessmen while my sadnesses and overthoughts got fogged away again by the impact of alcohol.

I was literally seeing double, and yet, I was somehow managing to carry myself on my legs as I approached them.

Spotting me, they all appeared similarly tipsy as they smiled, introducing themselves. I smiled as I attempted breaking the ice as well. 

.

.

.

A few drinks back and forth, and I could feel my reasonableness completely escape myself.

My flirtatious and... dirty sides which I knew of neither even existed were surfacing, and I was trying to keep them in control as much as possible. 

As one of them put his hand around me, he drunkenly laid his head on my shoulder, "So, you told us you're some important figure's secretary." He smirked, "I wonder if he's chill with our mini drinking party here!" 

I smiled in daze, not really pushing him away, as an image of the person he was talking about shot to my mind. "Hah, I don't really think he gives two shits. He's really too chill for that." 

"So, who's your boss then, you didn't tell us!" Another one approached me, as he finished wrapping something.

Wait, was I deluding things...? Was he... rolling the cigarette? 

I rubbed my eyes softly in an attempt to clear my vision, as I frowned softly. 

"Oh, let me guess! He's probably an old pervert who hits on you all the time!" A third chuckled, as he stepped closer, fixing his eyes onto my figure... hungrily, and reached out for the... strap of my dress at the... chest area. 

Wait... why was he... undoing it slightly...?

As though to... get a better vision... 

"Oh yeah! Dude those old men openly shower their secretaries with loads of money and gifts, then claim they'll protect them from whatever young immature men who try to hurt their feelings! How hilarious is that?!" Another chuckled.

I frowned softly, my messy thoughts shooting towards his words.

'Protect them.'

From this, and with a weird help of alcohol, my thoughts intertwined and twisted to go back to an odd memory.

'If... If you are no longer Reina's savior...' My own voice echoed through my ears, 'Does that make you mine?'

'I guess.' –None other than Rickard Ellington Conway's voice crossed my senses.

And my stomach felt extremely nauseous as my heart sank in agonizing pain.

The one with the rolled cigarette approached me as well at that, "So, wanna try some... you know..." He winked, "Healthy rolls?" 

They all chuckled, and my system had zero operating brain cells at this point, as I just took the cigarette casually, full-on inexperience. Weird, it didn't smell like usual... cigarettes. 

As I neared the cigarette roll to my mouth, they all chuckled as the third wanted to mess further with my dress strap. 

"Come on, try the pot and let me know what you think of i—" He was cut off

—And so was I, the second the cigarette touched my lips.

A hand came over my tiny hand, and two long, and well-experienced, well-steeped fingers came over the cigarette. Particularly his index and middle finger.

And yes it was a 'his'. 

Because there was no mistaking it. 

This thick and intoxicating perfume.

This heavy, right hand wrist watch. 

And this tall, huge silhouette which blocked the light from before me.

I gasped, again attempting to rub my eyes to visualize better. 

What the... could this be the effect of the... cigarette I haven't smoked yet...? 

Why was...

Why was Rickard Ellington Conway standing before me, towering me and the rest of the young businessmen around me?!

And more importantly, why... why was he having such a stone cold, deadly expression? His beauteous orbs were steel grey, not a spec of mercy present in them, and they reflected ultimate authority and supremacy.

Taking the cigarette from my hand, I eyed as his majesty held it up to place it between his full lips with nerve-wracking, agonizing slowness. 

Roaming his murderous gaze over the men around me, he zeroed his frostbite gaze at the hand over my shoulder. 

From around me, the hand shuddered, and the guy directly removed it. 

Without flinching, my employer took a long, smooth drag from the joint. 

And he moved his jaw as he swallowed some of it, after which he blew off the rest with a slight part of his lips. 

Keeping his steel, unfazed gaze, he simply intensified it in the direction of the guy who rolled it and handed it to me.

"This was some amateur rolling and low quality Cannabis."

I gulped, still lost between whether this was my imagination or reality. 

Especially with all the heaviness my head encompassed.

I fixed my eyes at him, taking in his beauteous features, and how sharply handsome he was.

And he was here for... me, right? 

Confidence surged through me, as a thought invaded my mind. One single thought. 

And then that was the thing about alcohol. It triggered a marathon of thoughts, to the point that you'd feel several thoughts connecting at once. 

His presence here was suddenly related with the memory I had a minute back.

"Who... the bloody hell are you?" The guy who was touching my straps exclaimed, clearly stunned by this shimmering confidence and authority radiating off of one single man against like five of them.

The memory and the moment, under the alcohol effect, made so much sense together.

And I found myself moving in his majesty's direction.

Completely defenseless, I snuggled into Rickard Ellington Conway's chest, and he slightly stiffened from beneath me.

Placing my right hand over his hard chest muscles, I kept my head laid there but turned to eye the guy who'd just asked the question.

Dazedly, I smiled playfully, licking my red lips dirtily. "This man..." I giggled, and felt his abs beneath my... chest constrict from under the suit.

"He's my savior."

From behind me, the men shifted uncomfortably, as I remained against the ice block before me. 

"Th-The fuck?" The guy who had his arm around me stuttered, "Are you saying he's your–" 

I giggled again at how scared he was. Yes, the man in my arms was certainly very scary. "Yeah. I never said my boss was some perverted old man." Somehow unconsciously though, I found myself tracing gently over his hard chest with my feminine fingers. "He does protect me though." I bit my lips as I laughed again. But then a thought hit me, and I pouted, frowning at them.

"So how dare you give me low quality cigarette rolls?!!" I huffed.

I turned towards the Adam before me, frowning in his direction as I pointed at the guys behind me. "Aye, sir! You tell them!" 

Rickard Ellington Conway was not looking in my direction, but rather behind me.

His orbs were on another level of darkness, and they looked... dangerous. Dead dangerous. 

His jaw was tight, and his neck muscles were popped up threateningly. From my blurry vision, I thought I could notice a slight furrow of his thick eyebrows, but I wasn't sure.

A few moments of silence passed, and I just savored his beauteous view through them. In my drunken state, and amidst all the maddening chaos in my mind... I decided to just focus on how handsome his features were. 

He was still not looking at me, and at that, I turned back towards the drunk group to see what they were doing. 

I gaped, wait... 

They were no longer there. Hah?!?!

I turned back towards him, only to find him having removed his gaze at that, and brought it to me.

Woah... was his gaze on its own enough for them to... to scam...?

He suffocated the joint he was holding in an ashtray on the table at that, as he stepped closer to me, fixing his orbs into mine, burying them deep into my soul.

"You," He started carefully, as his jaw tightened and his voice froze, "What do you think you're doing?" 

I blinked in his direction, particularly at his relatively close face.

The alcohol in my veins seemed to take even more effect at this, as my head felt even lighter.

Looking back at how frozen, and arrogant his beads were, I could not help but stare into them. 

They were no longer grey... 

But they were cold and conceited. 

Yet somehow they seemed slightly defrosting... for me.

As my gaze roamed around for a second, it occurred to me that we were on a relatively non crowded part of the yacht, mainly where groups like the one I was just with come to smoke... healthy cigarettes.

Wow, to think he knew I was... here.

Slowly, my fuzzy thoughts moved from that to another thought.

And I smirked at him slightly, moving my head and brushing my lips against his left ear. "Ah, so that's why you're fine with being seen with me here?" 

Because no one was awake enough to realize you were with another woman... hmm? 

His hands came up, roughly gripping my shoulders as he pulled me back. 

I gasped, my smile remaining dazed. "Hm?" 

His arms tightened around my shoulders.

He averted his eyes from me, freezing them again, as he locked his jaw.

"Strap up your dress."

I blinked, before his words slowly sank in. 

Looking down, I could see how exposed a huge area of my chest was. 

Hmm, why was he the one asking for this? 

I shrugged at him. 

And his beads glowed at that, with pure perfectly concealed... displease. 

They intensified ten folds of coldness, as he froze me harshly. "You... How much did you drink?" 

I giggled playfully and just kept my gaze in his direction, as I shook my head, signalling I don't know. "It was a lot though..." I mumbled in my peaceful smile, "I mean, it was wine and Vodka with Jordan..." I placed my finger on my chin to think, "And... with the guys, there was Tequila, more Vodka, and lots of shots..." I giggled, remembering how fun they were, and how blissful I was feeling because of them, "Hehe, really nice feelin–" 

He pushed me back, using his hands on my shoulders, smacking me back and up against the wall, pinning his body against mine as though to freeze me.

"Whatever you are trying to do or prove, Charlotte," He hissed, hardening his voice as he buried his once again freezing orbs into mine, hurting my soul. "To myself or yours,"

My eyes slightly widened at his, as my head hurt intensely.

"It is going to be an ultimate failure, and you are aware of that."

I shuddered at how cold, deadly, and dangerous his voice had come. It was dripping of arrogance, and somehow, it was as though pride... impinged pride... was present though concealed there as well. 

My heart had a long squeeze at his words, and had it been a non drunk Charlotte, I am certain his words would have hurt so deep. 

—Little did I know that alcohol only made us numb temporarily, but the damage takes place nevertheless.

And once the alcohol realizes this damage, it doesn't settle for just numbing it, but rather...

It opts to inflict it back, regardless of the consequences.

I moved again, closing the distance between us as I encircled my hands around his neck, and ran my fingers over his tensed muscles. Placing my lips very close to his neck, as I just roamed them over there in tease. "Pity," I moved against his neck muscles, careful not to leave a trace, "I am not exactly interested in proving anything..." I inhaled his drugging smell one final time, as though letting it root all the pain in my chest. 

As I straightened. 

And fixed my cold, wounded, and fearless eyes into his.

"To a man who has been in four years of engagement and commitment."

I had no idea where I managed to muster all the frostiness and ice I had put into this sentence.

From between my hands, the Adam stiffened, and I eyed as his expression froze. 

With clear stun.

Arrogance filled my already fogged judgement, as I let myself savor the fact that my words had managed to have such a clear impact on his body language. 

Such a realization in turn gave an even better feedback with alcohol, as confidence and flirtatiousness rushed through me. 

I moved, raising my right hand up to trace his jaw seductively. 

Having regained his stone cold expression, and having started to prepare his deadly comeback to my earlier statement, Rickard Ellington's jaw stiffened beneath my touch, as I fixed my intoxicated orbs into his.

And I smiled. 

A dazed, carefree, and high smile. 

Biting my red lower lip, I came closer to his face. "Hmm? Have I ever mentioned how handsome you are, sir?" I tiptoed, our noses slightly brushing.

He responded not, and he froze his gaze again, as though attempting to scare me. 

I did not care, as my alcohol reasoning was not awaiting an answer. 

But rather, it literally just aimed at putting my thoughts all over the place.

From around us, I noticed we were starting to receive looks, as our position was quite intimate, and somehow the figure I was with was not one hardly recognizable. 

The reason of the looks shot to my mind at this. 

Again. 

And I remembered why were receiving looks.

Because this man before me had another woman officially under his name out there.

As I eyed his features more dazedly in my drunken state, the reality of what I'd just thought sank in. Painfully.

Ah... true...

All this handsomeness of yours, I had thought it was... mine...

And bam, my sorrow hormones finally decided to bond with all the alcohol percentages present in my entity.

As my fingers, over his jaw, shook fiercely for a second, and my smile faded.

Keeping my numb eyes fixed into his.

"Speaking of how handsome you are, are all handsome faces liars as well?"

And that was it. 

A single sentence. 

Injected with all the pain and hurt and grudge I had stored for the night.

Without a single regret... 

And I could tell at this.

It fell with an impact of a hundred bombs, blown at once. 

From before me, Rickard Ellington Conway's eyes did not widen. 

Nor mirror any stun. 

Instead, they shone with a clear... indication of something I'd rarely seen.

Fury.

His jaw twitched, and his eyebrows slightly, imperceptibly, narrowed.

He let go of my shoulders, and I stumbled down slightly.

I shuddered, as even in my drunken state, I could realize that he was radiating another level of... of danger... 

Like I'd hit a nerve. Clearly. 

He moved his hands, and for a second, I shuddered, shutting my eyes in fear at what he might do in his... furious state. 

...

I blinked, as I felt some motion before

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