A/N:
There's going to be a POV change somewhere in the middle!
Song: Drunk In Love by Beyoncé (freaking love this song!)
Dedicated to SLMoore17 because she's such a beautiful person! She's also written a book called Lost In Shaw and it is ah-mazing! Do go and check it out!
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Chapter 44 - Dirty Dancing
Jasper's POV
"You have a really sexy ass, sir!" Scarlett giggled, pinching my backside as I held back a laugh.
Thank God we were a safe distance away from my employees, I thought as I raised an eyebrow at her. Lord knows she'd be mortified if she knew they had seen her this drunk.
We'd been at the club for nearly two hours after arriving almost an hour late since we were pretty occupied with each other in the limo. Scarlett had practically worn me out before we'd even gotten to the club, so, either I was getting old or she was just excellent at sex.
"And your ass is completely and utterly drunk," I scolded her as she continued to inspect my backside.
"It's so voluptuous," she praised, giving me a lopsided grin.
I frowned. "Voluptuous? I don't have an ass like yours!"
"Mm, so curvaceous," she continued as she poked my ass slowly. "And bouncy."
"That's it, we're getting you home," I told her sternly as she pouted, her full pink lips begging for me to kiss them over and over again.
"But I want to dance!"
I watched her in amusement as I knew how embarrassed she would be if she had any idea of what her drunk self was like.
"No, Scarlett," I said, taking her hand. "We're going home. Now."
"No, we're not," she sniggered as she removed her hand from mine, quickly making a beeline towards the dancefloor.
I had to stop and stare, admiring the justice her red Versace dress did for her stunning figure. Feeling my erection press painfully against my suit pants, I groaned in irritation as I tried to conceal my out of control physical feelings.
I made my way towards her, watching how her hips and ass moved so seductively in time to the music as I restrained myself from taking her, right there, on the dancefloor.
My feelings of lust quickly dissipated into anger, however, as I saw several pairs of eyes ogling every inch of her body as she continued dancing. Preoccupied with glaring at the men surrounding the dancefloor, I almost didn't hear the small shriek coming from my girlfriend as I turned to see a guy attempting to grind with her.
"Get the fück away from her," I snarled at him as he laughed.
"She your bïtch or something?" He smirked as I saw red, throwing a punch his way, causing him to stumble backwards while rubbing at his jaw.
"Hey!" Scarlett yelled suddenly as she kneed the guy in his balls before falling into me. "He's my bïtch, actually, asshole."
Glaring at the confused and injured bà stard in front of me, I grabbed Scarlett's hand and pulled her away from the dancefloor.
"Bïtch, let me dance!" She whined as I sighed before tossing her slim body over my shoulder and carrying her outside.
"I knew I shouldn't have taken my eyes off you for a second," I muttered to myself as she stayed quiet.
"Mm," she mumbled as I felt her hands slide down my back and onto my backside. "So well proportioned."
"Scarlett-"
"Can I eat it? I skipped dinner," she asked innocently as I laughed loudly.
"Let's get you home, baby," I smiled, kissing her hair before setting her in the car.
"I'm coming home, I'm coming home, tell the world that I'm coming home!" She sang obnoxiously as I hissed at how loud she was.
"Shut up, Scarlett!"
"Make me!" She laughed as she kicked off her heels and made herself comfortable on the passenger seat beside me.
In all the time that I had known Scarlett, I had never seen her drunk once but there was no denying her drunk side was incredibly entertaining, bar the attention she received from some deprived bà stards which ruined the experience a little.
Thirty minutes later, I parked up outside our home before carrying Scarlett into the house and setting her onto the couch.
"Drink," I instructed as she gulped down the glass water I gave her.
I took the glass back into the kitchen, placing it in the sink before making my way back into the living room only to see my girlfriend stripping her clothes off.
"What are you doing?" I practically choked out as she continued to strip.
"I'm getting nude," she grinned broadly at me.
"I can see that, babe," I laughed as she yawned. "Tired?"
"I need to take my bra and panties off first," she murmured incoherently before I quickly stopped her.
"Leave them on or else we'll end up having sex," I told her only half joking as her eyes widened.
"How dare you?" She yelled as I frowned. "I am a virgin!"
"Scarlett... Baby," I choked in between my laughter. "You are not a virgin!"
"Fück you," she snapped.
"You've already done that, babe," I winked as she gave me a horrified look.
I tugged my polo shirt over my head and threw it onto the couch before removing my jeans, too.
Strangely enough, stripping in our living room wasn't even one of the weirdest things we'd ever done.
"Come here." I smiled at Scarlett as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders while I placed her legs around my waist, walking to the bathroom where I removed her makeup and helped her brushed her teeth before laying her on the bed.
"I love you," she mumbled into my chest.
"I love you, too," I laughed quietly. "Night, baby."
"Night, bïtch."
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Scarlett's POV
Holy shit, I feel terrible, I thought to myself as I forced my eyes open which was a huge mistake as I was pretty certain I was now blind.
My head was pounding as I sat up, squinting at the room before Jasper's figure emerged from outside the door.
"How are we feeling, Sleeping Beauty?" He questioned as he handed me an aspirin and some water.
"I was drunk last night, wasn't I?" I winced slightly as Jasper looked like he wanted to burst out laughing. "How bad?"
"You gave me a blówjob in the middle of the dancefloor," he told me as I choked on the air.
"Oh my God, Jasper," I gasped, wanting to cry. "Please tell me you're kidding!"
"I wish I could," he said sadly as I felt the bile rise in my throat.
"I'm going to be sick," I choked out, rushing to the bathroom before throwing up as Jasper held my hair back.
"Scarlett?" He began. "I have something else to tell you but I'm not sure you'll want to hear it now."
"What?" I asked worriedly as I turned around.
"I was joking," he laughed as I glared at him.
"You ass!" I barked as he smirked.
"You want to cop another feel?" He questioned as I frowned. "That's all you did last night, baby. You also asked for my permission to eat my ass out."
"God, I hate you, Jasper," I muttered, cleaning myself up.
"You okay?" He asked, a couple of minutes later as he walked into the bedroom.
"I'm fine." I replied in a clipped tone as he came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"You are the most entertaining drunk I have ever seen," he said as if it were something to congratulate me on.
"It's not funny."
"Oh, but it was, baby," he laughed before he became quiet. "Apart from one bit."
"What bit?"
"Some fücker tried it on with you on the dancefloor," he told me as I raised an eyebrow.
"What happened?"
"I punched him, you kicked him and then we left."
"Oh, wow," I commented. "That must have been entertaining."
"For the most part, your drunkenness was exceptionally entertaining, yes," he grinned. "But as for now, you need to hurry up and get ready."
"For what?" I asked.
"For dinner."
"It's ten in the morning," I frowned.
"That's nice. Now, go and get ready."
"Jasper!"
"If you must know, we're going to Greece for dinner."
"I hope Greece is the name of the goddamn restaurant, Jasper," I warned as he smirked.
"It's the name of the country, I'm afraid," he shrugged nonchalantly.
"Jasper, this is-"
Before I could finish what I was saying, I found myself draped across his lap as he bought his lips to my ear.
"You really want to finish that sentence?"
"Jasper, please, be reasonable," I sighed. "A restaurant downtown would be have been fine, there is no need to travel halfway across the world for dinner."
"Don't argue with me, we're going and that's final." He ordered as I sat upright.
"You're too much, do you know that?" I smiled at him as I placed my hand on his cheek.
"I don't know, you handle me pretty well," he grinned as I smacked his chest.
"Don't be crude!"
"Listen, I need to go and pick up some things, but I'll be back in an hour, are you feeling alright?"
"I'm fine, Jasp, it's nothing a cup of coffee can't fix." I told him as he stood up to leave.
"Oh, and, Scarlett?" He called out from the door as I turned around.
"Yeah?"
"You can eat my ass any time."
"Jasper Xander Queen!"
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A/N:
Hey Guys!
How did you enjoy this chapter! Drunk Scarlett killed me!
The story is so close to ending, guys! Maybe another 5 or 6 more chapters as I really want to finish it on a nice rounded figure so 50 is the target!
Let me know what you thought of this chapter!
Love as always,
Ana