Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Lilly.” He says my name like a command. I don’t look at him.
"No, please just stop.” I whisper. I’m drunk and irrational and I know tomorrow this will probably become the single most humiliating moment of my life to date. I shove past him and stagger back onto the main street.
“Lilly.” He calls after me.
I don’t turn around, I just keep walking for what seems like miles but in reality is probably about a hundred yards. I’m so drunk, my head is spinning violently and I just want to lie down on the pavement and pass out. I walk around the corner and onto another street.
“Lilly.” Oh why won’t he just leave it?
A very nice black Aston Martin pulls up beside me, it's engine purring softly as it crawls along beside the pavement. He’s leaning out of the window.
“Lilly, I’ll take you home.” He speaks softly as though he’s speaking to a child. I turn and look at him.
“I can get myself home. Thank you.” I say curtly.
“Lilly, for Christ sake get in the car.” He’s gritting his teeth, clearly trying to supress his anger. I wave a hand dismissively in his direction. I get to the end of the road and still can't see any taxis, ugh just typical! I stand for a second and look left and then right debating which way to go. He stops the car next to me.
“Really Lilly?” He growls. “This is childish.” I scowl at him. His eyes flash with anger and his jaw is clenched. He radiates that impenetrable energy of his. Why do I have to be so attracted to him, even now?!
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment. “You’re hammered and staggering down a street in the middle of London at two in the morning. Now get in the fucking car!” He shouts and glares at me. “Before I get out and put you in the car forcibly.” He lowers his voice. The look in his eyes tells me that he is deadly serious.
I glare at him, but he has a point. “Fine.” I huff and stomp over to the car. “You’re taking me home and then you’re leaving.” I try to snap at him, but the effect is marred by my slurring. My head is really spinning now.
"With pleasure." He mutters.
I get in the car, its interior is finer than most houses. The dash board is all fine stitched leather and fancy gadgetry. I turn and face him, he’s glaring at me, visibly fuming.
I look around. "Well you know what they say about men who drive cars like this." I gesture at the dash board and glance at him, he has a wry smile on his face, but otherwise ignores my comment.
“Where do you live?”
“The Westside of Holland Park Square, number twelve.” I recite the address. He begins to drive, and I begin to feel very ill.
“It seems you're even more feisty than first thought. It's...different.” He glances in my direction smiling again, it seems angry Theo has gone back in his box.
“Nobody ever tells you when you’re being an arse?” I fix my eyes on a spot on the dashboard trying to stop the spinning.
“Lilly are you ok? You look a little queasy.” He frowns. “If you’re going to throw up please tell me.” He pleads.
Just as he says it my stomach rolls. Oh no! I open my mouth to tell him to pull over and instantly regret it. I uselessly fumble for the window. He sees it coming and swerves the car to the curb, but it’s too late. I vomit violently between my knees into the foot well, dousing my favourite Jimmy Choo’s in the process.
“For fuck sake!” I hear Theo curse angrily beside me.
I fumble for the door and then lean out and vomit again into the road. This is solely the most embarrassing and horrific moment of my life. I want the ground to swallow me up. When my body finally stops heaving I sit back. I’m sobbing and tears stream down my face, along with my makeup no doubt. Wow, I must look fit right now. I glance shyly to my right, Theo has his forehead leant against the steering wheel, he’s gripping the wheel so hard that his knuckles are white.
“Sorry.” I mumble through my pitiful sobs.
“You are seriously pushing my fucking limits tonight Lilly.” He growls through gritted teeth. "I don't know why the fuck I’m bothering with you." I recoil slightly from his harsh tone and the repetitive cursing. He looks at me and I can see he is trying very hard to keep a lid on his anger. He looks straight ahead and pulls back out into the road.
“I’m sorry.” I mumble again. “I’ll pay for it.” I close my eyes and lean my head back against the seat, I just want to sleep.