Ciara was in a bar drinking alone. She had emptied five bottles so far and she seemed to be emptying more. A long while later, she subconsciously laid her head on the table. When it clocked midnight, the owners wanted to close but she seemed to be knocked out.
The manager came towards her and slightly shook her," Miss, you should get going we want to close." But she didn't budge and they couldn't mishandle her because she was their daily customer and perhaps they couldn't offend the future Mrs Cullen. "Miss where's your phone?" he asked her. "I-in my bag," she said sluggishly. Checking in her bag, he got it out and saw that it had a finger print scanner.
He used her thumb and it unlocked making him sigh in relief.
"Miss? Who should I call?" he asked. "G-Graham," she replied and he nodded in understanding. 'Of course how foolish of him to ask? He definitely had to call his fiancee', he thought. He dialed Mr Cullen's number who didn't pick up the first time. He called again and this time it went through," Good evening Mr Cullen, this is the manager of Club Vegas speaking. I'm sorry for calling this late but your fiancee is here and we are going to close." "Fiancee?" he was confused.
"Yes, Miss Ciara Roberts," he emphasized. "Which club did you say?" he asked. "It's Club Vegas." Graham glanced at Luna and was glad that she was sleeping because he didn't want any misunderstandings with her. He called Vikram and relayed the message to him before going back to sleep. He didn't care at all but he knew that Vikram did.
Vikram reached the club and found that she had completely passed out. He thanked them and carried her towards his car and drove to his house. By the time he reached, she regained half consciousness and he slowly dragged her inside till he reached his bedroom and placed her on his bed and she sat up. He looked at her. She was so troublesome. Her forehead was covered in sweat and he saw her attempting to reach her zipper at the back.
He wondered what she was doing. "It's so hot," she mumbled as she pulled down the zipper and before she could remove her dress, he stopped her immediately and said," Don't!!
I will take you to the shower."
He got her up and she followed immediately. She was so obedient when drunk. Reaching the shower, he contemplated on leaving her alone considering the state she's in. He was afraid she might slip if he left her since she was staggering and decided to stay. When she tried removing her dress, he said," No. You are bathing with your clothes on. Okay?" And she nodded. He knew that his self control always laid on a thin thread when it comes to her and he didn't want to risk. He made her stand below the shower and adjusted the temperature of the water before opening it and it started drenching her where some of it drenched him too.
It was just warm and when it drenched her enough, she shivered and clutched his shirt and he increased the water pressure. She became completely drenched and the sight made him feel uncomfortable.
Her dress was clinging to her body and he could tell that she didn't have a bra since he could see her hard nipples that were protruding from the thin wet material of her dress. He was hard already. He quickly got her out and wrapped her in a bathrobe before sliding his hands inside and peeled off her wet dress. He didn't dare to look at her skin. He took and laid her on the couch.
Then he contemplated on leaving the underwear on her or not but removing it was a big temptation while leaving it on her would put her at a risk of catching a cold. He decided to remove it and he tightened the bathrobe. After taking a deep breath, his hands slowly grazed the skin of her thighs and when he reached it, he slowly removed it and when he was done, he released a sigh of relief. All this while, she was looking at everything he did as if not understanding anything. After, he tucked her in bed and went to have a cold shower to calm down his desire. A while later, he came back and was shocked at what he found. She was laying naked on top the duvet. She had removed the bathrobe she had and her body was left bare. What was she doing? Was she doing this on purpose? He realized that all the time he spent in the shower was useless now. He quickly came and slightly raised her to pull the duvet then covered her.