The Perfect Game (The Perfect Game 1)
“No no no,” I yelled and Chase turned to eyeball me. “No more shots,” I said, my vision hazy.
“Fine. Two Jack and Cokes,” she shouted before turning to me. “How’s that?” She nudged me with her elbow.
“Better. I think,” I offered up wryly.
“You’ll be fine. Now tell me about this girlfriend of yours. ” She batted her thick-coated eyelashes sweetly.
“I like to keep my private life, private,” I slurred, feeling suddenly protective of my relationship with Cassie.
Chrystle looked around the crowded room before whispering, “Well, she isn’t here, right?”
“Does it look like she’s here?” I threw one hand in the air, glancing to my side.
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, and I’m not going to tell. ”
“Thanks for the drink. ” I grabbed the tall glass that had just appeared on the bar in front of me, before hightailing it away from her.
“Jack, wait! I was just kidding!” she shouted, but I refused to stop. That girl was trouble and I was fucking hammered enough.
I heard her footsteps racing after me as I beelined straight for Logan. “Jack, wait!” She grabbed my shirt with her free hand.
“Stop grabbing me. What the hell do you want?” I spun to face her, my head feeling like it weighed a hundred pounds as the room spun around me.
“I just want to hang out with you,” she said, her voice innocent.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re not very good at accepting the word no,” I spat, noticing the blue of her eyes.
Fuck.
This isn’t good.
I’m drunk.
And she’s hot.
“You can teach me,” she teased, a playful smile spreading across her face.
“Chrystle. Leave me the fuck alone. I’m gonna stop being nice. ”
“This is you being nice?” She winked before slapping my ass and heading onto the dance floor.
I hurried to the booth and scooted in. “Keep that bitch away from me. ” Logan lifted his head in a daze as I elbowed him in the ribs.
He laughed. “I already told you to stay away from her. ”
“Well, it’s hard when she follows me everywhere. ”
“Then stop going places. Sit still. Drink this,” he said, before pushing another tequila-filled shot glass toward me.
“You don’t have to get me drunk to take advantage of me,” I joked.
“Shut up, dickhead. Drink. ”
I downed the shot quickly. “You’re going to have to carry me out of here. ”
“Shit. You’re going to have to carry me,” Logan stuttered.
“Maybe they’ll let us sleep here. ” I laughed and pulled out my cell phone.