Chapter 12

MAVERICK'S pov:

My brain was reading tired already, I wanted to go home. The music began to feel so loud to my ears. I was tired plus I didn't want to get wasted in any way. I needed to be at work the next day, and I'm not risking that because of alcohol. I knew I wouldn't go home to my mother's, I'd go home to my penthouse, I didn't want any interrogation from her side nor did I want her to send any message to my father about the fact that I still took alcohol. I avoided trouble at all costs. I couldn't just stop drinking, mostly alcohol helped me feel things around me, it gave me some serenity that I was still human.

After our two shots of tequila each, Levi invited some ladies over to our table. The girls looked beautiful and hot but that wasn't in my plan to hook up with any woman especially if it was in clubs; I wasn't that type of guy, I was a one-woman guy and since my last relationship with Ruth, love became tough, and my relationship with woman, blur. I had some principles which I didn't plan to break anytime soon. Levi didn't look tired at all, he seemed to be full of life. But I ignored the girls and drowned the last shot of tequila. I stood up to go find the bathroom, I was pressed.

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I lit a cigarette that I took out from my jacket as I strode through the hallway leading to the bathroom.

While I walked passed the ladies' bathroom, I heard a girl's voice, her voice was almost faint but she was begging. From all my years of experience, I knew when a girl begged for pleasure. This girl didn't beg for pleasure, she begged for safety. I stopped and listened carefully.

"Please, you're hurting me, just let me go" the girl pleaded.

"Stop moving, I say" the man coarse voice commanded.

What happened with these drunk men, I couldn't take it anymore so I pushed the bathroom door open with my leg with just one kick leaving a throbbing sound.

Then I observed, one big guy was over a girl, I obviously think he was drunk because what the heck?

"Get off her, you punk" I thundered sending a fist punch to the guy. It'd been a long since I fist-punched anyone.

He groaned in pain falling to the side. And the moment I recognized the girl to be Natalie, I sent another punch blacking him out. I didn't know what energy it was that carried anger when I saw the guy over Natalie. First, she was a lady, and she looked fucking hot in her dress, I didn't blame the man though. Then, secondly, she was the woman I was getting married to, soon. I had to protect her when I had to. But What? Did I just claim her? She was just a lady that's all. And next, what was she doing in a club? Who was she with? Was she alone?

"Are you alright?" I asked as I watched her struggle to stand.

She should be fine, besides, she was in a club all by herself. I expected a 'yes I'm fine' or 'thank you for saving me' but I forgot I didn't know the woman before me, I didn't know the woman I was going to marry. She did things differently. But before she could respond, an average-sized lady appeared. She was of the same height as Natalie except her butt was bigger and her boobs a little bit bigger than Natalie's boobs. She was incredibly beautiful and her dress just did an amazing gorgeous work.

"Oh my God, are you okay? What happened to you?" She questioned checking Natalie head to toe. She didn't even notice that I was standing there. But her reaction explained that they were together. I stood still and watched them as she helped Natalie steady herself.

"Did he?" She asked giving me a questioning look. I didn't know what she meant by that but I hoped it wasn't anything bad. If it was about the guy on the floor, yes I did that. But anything more, I wasn't responsible.

"What are you doing here?" Natalie asked with intent staggering over to me and pointing to my chest. I just saved this girl, I guess she was just an ungrateful brat. I didn't blame her though, I should have stayed on my lane and passed to the male bathroom in peace. I didn't understand her question, so I just stared at her.

"Why do you care? Did I ask you to-" she paused to catch herself from falling, I was going to help her get a hold of herself from falling.

"Don't touch me" she retorted. She sounded very angry but I didn't know why. I was only a simple gentleman who wanted to help a young lady in trouble. Plus, I didn't even know she was the one. "I don't need you saving me, I don't care. Why can't you call off the wedding Jerk?" She questioned

It wasn't my fault I couldn't call off the wedding. It's not like I wanted to get married to a young 20-year-old lady. She had no idea how I disliked women's affairs. But, I didn't blame her, any female in her shoes would do the same. If I became a father, I wouldn't sign off my daughter like that, I felt sorry for Natalie.

"You are drunk, you should head home" I suggested wanting to hold her hand, yet another decline from her.

"That's all you can say. Besides, do you not want me to be safe because you are going to marry me?" She began and I gwaked with no words to say. "Do you not plan to do the same thing this man wanted to do to me?"

Was she serious? I would never force any female to have sex with me. Her friend I suppose stood by the side and watched.

"I'll do no such thing" I defended and turned to her friend. "You are with her, right?" She nodded.

".......I dare you to call off the wedding," Natalie said, but I didn't respond. If I could, I would have since the first day it was proposed to me. She glared at me like she had the power to kill me.

"I'll order an Uber for you two, take her home," I told her friend and she nodded again. Then I walked off to the door hearing Natalie's chuckle, but I came back to get the house address.

"I hate you jerk!" I heard Natalie's voice behind me. That was her problem, not mine.

The Uber didn't take long to arrive. When I came back, she was hugging her friend like a baby.

"I hate you Maverick", She said as they brushed passed me. I loved the way she called my name. I wished I could call off the wedding-maybe I should speak to my mother about it. Somehow, if you ask me, I still wanted the wedding.