"A Drunk woman's word, a sober woman's thoughts." — Unknown

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Angelik POV

My elbow prepensely connected to his as I tried to catch Josephine's eyes. Max had apologized to Jo between laughter while the rest was oddly gawking at Max.

What's odd when a person laughed rowdy?

Jo didn't care if Max laughed at her name. She was rather fascinated at how Max's face lit up, softened instead of the hard lines everyone was used to as he burst into a wave of an obstreperous laugh. His head tilted back as he roared in laughter, his eyes crinkled, and his face was absolutely amused.

Hadn't they seen him laughing that loud before?

I would laugh at all their similar reactions, mouth agape, eyes wide, and with a frown of disbelief across their faces.

It was hilarious, but I was pissed off right now.

And then, everyone joined him in a clamorous chuckle, chortling that was so contagious, and I couldn't contain myself and chuckled at the absurdity of the situation, yet they all found it amusing.

"You never failed to amuse me," Max whispered against my ears while everyone was too busy clutching their tummy or shaking their heads while trying to contain their amusement.

I smiled at him, eyes widening at him to stop laughing. It's annoying me. And the fact that he looked even more striking, and if only he's not so maddening, I would drag him to the restroom and have my fill of him.

Why does he have to be so maddeningly handsome?

His jaws carved out of granite, his patrician nose that was only famous of the royals, blue eyes surrounded with long dark lashes any woman would die to have, and a pair of lips that reminded me all the time of a succulent fresh strawberry.

A pair were of perfectly full lips incongruous to a face that was cold, hard, and rough around the edges but oddly made him magnificent.

A perfection!

And he knew it.

And that annoyed me to no end.

He met my eyes, and my heart stopped a beat.

And it hurt that even after he accused me, hadn't trusted me, my heart still longed for him.

My heart still stupidly beat for him.

Not even Cyrus' boyish, boy-next-door feature had made my heart cavort. Even when he intensely stared at me, there was no excitement.

My heart failed to do just a little summersault, just as it always does when Max stares at me the same way.

"Glad that you find me funny," I said through gritted teeth all the while smiling, feigning unaffected in the presence of their friends, but deep within me, I'd like to slap the smirk out of his face. Thank you!

"It's just one of your many talents, love. I can remind you some if you want to hear my opinion," he furtively leaned even closer, his head turned and peered over my shoulder, feigning he was interested at the off white wall behind me.

My eyes peered over our friends, and they all seemed lost in their conversations.

I glanced over to Jo, and her head huddled closer to Cy as she was intently listening to whatever he was saying.

"So, are you sure you're not going to let me touch you?"

I snapped my head to him, and he was grinning at me, occasionally turning his gaze at our friends, his smirk was too annoying, yet it affected me so much.

My belly tied deliciously in a knot. I'm so glad I was sitting cause I couldn't feel my legs, at the moment, except the warm sensations that was pooling in between my legs.

My heart erratically beating, painfully aware of his intoxicating scent that so him, very manly, and it does a lot of delightful sensations to my belly. His warmth fusing to my body, and each movement, it sparks tingles all over my body.

I need to get away from him.

He's positively seducing me, and I don't think, with the influence of an alcohol, I could resist him any longer.

I gave him a coy smile, but filled with venom.

I willed myself to act like I was appalled. I needed to fight the attraction.

Until apologizes to me, own his faults, and then I will apologize too, and we can start all over again. And then, I'll ride him everyday.

Don't go too far in your head, Angelik! I inwardly chastised myself.

Not a good thought when alcohol had smeared in my veins.

"I am undoubtedly aware of my talents, Max. And I know that you enjoyed one of it immensely, If I had recalled it correctly," I smirked, my eyebrows wriggled unintentionally to justify my point, my finger subtly touched my lips, and his eyes instinctively darted to my lips.

I caught him swallowing hard before he tore his eyes away and grabbed his drink.

I glanced at Lisa, and she was laughing with Domi.

Finally, Jo randomly looked at me while chuckling at whatever Noah or Cyrus was saying, and I signaled her if she could accompany me, my head cocking in the direction of the washroom.

Jo raised her dark brown brows, confused.

I flashed Jo a crooked smile, cocking her head again in the opposite direction, then I mouthed the word pee.

And her frown diminished promptly, her face beamed, her intentions cleared to her, and she nodded in compliance.

I absentmindedly glanced at Max, who was smirking at me.

I silently scoffed.

I can clearly hear what in his head. His eyes teasing me, clearly enjoying the truth that I'm escaping him.

Well, I can play his game.

My palm subtly rested on his thigh, very brielfy, dragging it almost a caress as I pulled it away as I rose to my full height, pulling my dress lower to straighten it.

I didn't missed the sucking of his breath, and my heart hitched upon the connection, even if it was just so brief, almost it didn't happen.

All eyes rested on me as the laughter slowly sobered up the group, unaware of the snide remarks happened between Max and I.

"Excuse me, ladies... and gentlemen," I smiled drily, and Jo got up, following me.

"Just the bladder calling," Jo cracked up bluntly, and soft chuckles erupted. I glanced at Max, dragging my eyes over his crotch, tearing my eyes as quickly as it landed there, and catching him, subtly clasping his big hands over it.

I stifled the victorious laughter that bubbled up in my system and gave Jo a grateful smile.

"What was that?"

I stared at Jo, lost.

No, not lost. Feigning confusion, innocence of what is she talking about. 

As we headed to the washroom, she gave me a questioning look, and I was confused.

"That interaction with Doctor Demakis," she cleared out my confusion, and I looked away, stepping into the ladies' washroom ahead of Jo.

"Nothing," I replied, nonchalantly shrugging my shoulders, feigning innocence.

"You chatted like you were very much acquainted," Jo quipped, and I looked away, fighting back the warmth creeping up my cheeks.

I halted, turned, and faced Josephine with a poker face I could muster. She stood a few inches shorter since she wore flat heels while I wore sky-high heels.

I noticed the shade of crimson across his nostrils down to her cheeks.

She must have been deep in her cups.

"Yes, we are very well acquainted," I agreed monotonously. "I worked alongside Doctor Demakis, more than once, if you must know. I'm in his team," I reminded her, and she stared at me dubiously before nodding her head.

"You are right," she bobbed her head in approval and chuckled at herself. "I guess I'm just shocked at his reactions tonight. We hardly see him crack a smile," she muttered. 

"I apologize for being nosy. I shouldn't even pry in the first place," she  gave me a rueful smile, and then headed in into one of the cubicles.

I did my business, then adjusted my shoes' strap loosely, giving my heels some break. It is starting to give me blisters.

After washing my hands, I decided to wait for Jo outside the washroom, but she was waiting for me.

Jo hooked his hand on my inner elbow as we strolled back to the group.

"Don't you find Doctor Demakis super hot?" Jo randomly asked.

I lost my tongue for a moment.

"He is, but he's too arrogant for me," I replied, mustering an indifferent tone.

"He is?" Jo uttered incredulously. "I thought he's the most down-to-earth among them," Jo muttered, nonplussed.

"But he's still hot," she insisted, and I chuckled.

It's true. Everyone would agree with her, and so do I.

"Yes, he is. If anything like a highlander hot to you, then he is," I shrugged my shoulders in nonchalance, and she just gave me an incredulous stare before turning it back to the group as we got closer.

As she pulled her hand away, she giggled. "But you got it right when you described him as a highlander. He doesn't look like one who spent time on books or hanging out mostly in the operating room," she wriggled her dark brows that matched her dark brown hair, and I chuckled.

Jo leaned in closer to me and whispered. "I heard nothing about him dating anyone. He usually hangs out with Noah and their friends."

I met Jo's curious eyes, and I frowned, having a hunch of what words would come out next from her mouth. "Don't you think he's gay?"

I chuckled at her absurd comment.

If she only knew what kind of a lover he is on the bed, taking me in all positions, she'll probably beat herself for even thinking about it.

"I don't think he is," I replied as I willed my tone to sound unconcerned.

No matter how I'm mad at him, I can't break that agreement, not that we had it on papers with my signature on it.

I had promised to keep our intimate relationship to ourselves and that there's no need to brag about what we have.

I'm not the kind who tells all to my friends. I usually keep my personal life to myself.

I may have mentioned something to my best friends Elle and Iya, but they knew not more than sex.

Not detailed, but just the truth that Max and I had bedded.

And I trusted my best friends with that truth.

Jo looked at Max, and I followed her gaze. Max was flirting with Christine.

My eyes narrowed at him, and he caught me scowling.

Christine scooted so I could sit in between them. As soon as I settled back on my seat, I elbowed Max.

I heard him grunt, but I innocently fixed my skirt, avoiding looking at him, smoothing down any invisible crumple.

"What have I done?"

It felt like a kaleidoscope of butterflies was set off in my belly when I felt his breath so close to my ear as he leaned in closer to me.

My palm unconsciously pressed my midsection to quell that fluttering in my stomach. My heart was racing as my eyes flew to Jo.

I flagged down our server and ordered another drink. I had to drown out these unwanted sensations (with alcohol) that Max was slowly stirring in my veins before I succumbed to him.

"I surmise you're jealous," Max whispered again, and I'm so glad the music was loud, and our friends are now rowdy and uncaring about the environment.

I could tell most of them were already under the influence of alcohol if their guffaws and loud voices were any indications. Loud Voices interweaved with the non-stop music.

It's hard now to see their faces as the lighting in the VIP room was dim.

The room seemed dimmer than when we first entered here. It gave that romantic vibe. A dark, sensual atmosphere rather.

I dropped my back against the backrest and ignored him again, his arm resting on top of the back support, occasionally caressing my back and sometimes toying with my hair.

It does something delicious in my belly, and again, I just ignored it as much as I could.

"You're incorrigible," I hissed, throwing him a glare.

Finally, my cocktail arrived.

After thanking the waiter, I lifted the glass closer to my lips and took greedy sips.

I chanced a glance at Max, and he was ordering another drink.

"Want to dance, Angel?"

I swung my gaze at Noah, and he flashed me a flirty smile. Noah was just as quiet as Max. Though, he's much nicer than Max.

His white sets of teeth sparkled as he beamed at me encouragingly. His proffered hand was waiting for me to accept.

I made several sips of my drink before rising and taking his proffered hand.

He led me downstairs, ever a gentleman, still holding my hand as he guided me down carefully from the steps onto the main floor where the dancing stage was.

I heard giggles behind us, and I peered over my shoulder, smiling unabashedly.

George and Lisa followed us, coming down the stairs with Cyrus and Jo behind them.

I didn't see Max, so I concluded he left behind with Christine and Domi.

I shrugged my shoulders and willed myself to enjoy this night and not ponder on Max too often.

Tonight was supposed to be for me to forget and enjoy life.

As soon as we arrived at the dance floor, we joined the gyrating crowd. My body automatically moved with the beat of the music, 'Girls just wanna have fun.'

Lisa and I were laughing as we danced with our partners. Noah was a good dancer, but he wasn't overdoing it, such as grinding, rubbing his body all over me, or dancing like a clock, where he's all over the place, just as I've witnessed before.

My nose puckered as the mixture of luxurious perfumes and sweats wafted through the air, hovering about us, tickling our poor sense of smell.

"You know we see each other often, but I have never spoken to you more than a few words," Noah asked over the loud music. I had to lean forward so I could hear him clearly.

True.

And the truth was that I'm usually in a hurry, and I did avoid a lot of those nurses and attending physicians whenever I could sense a looming courtship.

Firstly, I didn't want to lead them on, and then they started digging about me.

Then they'll find out that I'm staying at Max's house, not that they knew about it.

I think Max wasn't using his house address. Instead, his parent's estate was on his work profiles."True, but you were always with Doctor Demakis," I smiled at him.

He chuckled, his cheeks reddening. I'm not sure if it is of embarrassment or from the alcohol.

I concluded it's the alcohol cause there's nothing he feels embarrassed about hanging out with Max. They were best friends, after all.

"And his seriousness is rubbing off me, even his aloofness of woman," Noah laughed, and I laughed with him in abandon, my body swaying and grooving with the beat.

True.

None of Max's closest friends dated anyone as far as I know, save for George, which I just met tonight.

"Your face glowed even more beautiful if you're laughing," Noah commented with a flirty beam. "How on earth did I miss you all this time?" he muttered wickedly.

I let out a nervous laugh.

His eyes sparkled with mischief, and I knew he was messing with me, trying his luck perhaps, if he could take me tonight to his bed, that for sure.

I know, just like Max, he also had his own fair share of women, although it was not open to the public, just like Max, for he was the only son of the CEO of the Royal hospital.

And I know the CEO is a strict, traditional, and conservative man when it comes to relationships.

For a Surgeon working in the field of science, it was disbelief that such a man held on to morals, not that I'm judging him.

"You're such a tease, Doc," I giggled, playing his game. My palm playfully swatted his muscled forearms.

Damn, they were hard.

"I'm sure it's just the alcohol talking," I laughed, and he threw his head back in abandon, laughing without inhibitions.

"Have you heard about the sayings, drunk words, sober thoughts?" Noah leaned closer, his lips almost kissing my cheeks, and with the colorful lighting, I caught his eyes glinting with mischief.

I heard a loud growling behind me, but I ignored it.

He is undoubtedly flirting, and now I'm not sure if he is serious or just trying to get me into his bed.

His eyes were intently gazing down at me, and he didn't seem to play or tease anymore.

"But they aren't truthful enough?" I retorted in a playful tone as I swayed back, trying to put a little space between us.

I stepped on someone behind me, and I heard another deep, gruffly growl.

I turned to apologize, and it was Max. My eyes darted to Christine, and I realized they were dancing together.

My heart suddenly beat faster, and I swallowed down the apologies I was about to offer.

Instead, I nodded at him perfunctorily and hastily turned my attention to Noah. He grinned over my shoulder.

I was so mad, my blood boiling with jealousy.

Noah was eyeing me with curiosity, and I smiled at him, giving him all my attention. We bantered flirtily, laughing gaily, and purposely swatting his ripped chest or muscled shoulders with my palm. 

And once in a while, I swayed intentionally backward, making sure I stumbled over Max's foot, heels, or whatever part of him my pin heel connected as I innocently (done purposely) lifted my feet.

Yes, blame the drunken heel.

And I know it's childish, but I can't accept it. The fact that Max was okay flirting openly with another woman while he detested his wife. And I'm in the background.

Detest is a strong word, but that's how he made me feel.

Noah was laughing at the same time, confused at my sudden clumsiness.

I heard a lot of growling and grunting behind me and a couple of jabs at my lower back from his elbow.

Finally, when the music changed to something mellow, I asked Noah to go back upstairs, and my feet and heels started to sting.

Max held Christine's hand as he guided him up the stairs, and my vision turned red.

Without thinking, I held onto Noah's shoulders, pretending I slipped and kicked my strappy heels in Max's direction, but it missed him narrowly and hit Christine's bottom.

"Oopsies, I'm sorry!" I said, and I ignored all the eyes staring at us.

Noah's laughter died as he held me still at my waist as I slowly slipped out of his grasp (which was intentional to play I'm far from sober), I was clutching at his shoulder to hold on and not dropped altogether on the floor, and Max's eyes turned to me, dark and incense.

He knew I did it on purpose.

Christine just laughed at my (intentional) clumsiness, unaware of the childish games I am playing.

"Boy, you're drunk already!" she giggled gaily, and guilt tugged at my heart.

"Sorry, it's my drunken heel's fault," I grinned innocently at Christine, forcing my eyes a little disoriented, which was hard, as I leaned against Noah purposely.

Max's face turned grim. A dark cloud looming above him.

He pulled his hand away from Christine's and bent to retrieve my heel, and then strode towards me with narrowing eyes and tight lip.

He crouched down in front of me, kneeled on one knee, lifted my foot, and put my strappy heel on.

His warm hand around my ankle made my legs tingle, and it zipped up, coursing down throughout my body.

I held on to Noah and tried hard to ignore the delicious sensations his touch stirred.

He stroked my ankle intimately, and I'm painfully aware of the silent message before he let go of my ankle.

I smiled at Max innocently, feigning a drunken lady in the damsel.

I laughed boisterously at Noah's lame joke, and he was encouraged even more even with his cringed jokes.

I was laughing, but I was thinking about my drunken heel, which made me crack up. I was struggling to contain it.

And Noah probably thought he was successful at making me laugh.

As soon as we got back to our seats, I grabbed my drink and sipped greedily.

I ordered another one and then another as the night grew darker. And my vision got foggier.

Max's anger was palpable. I could smell it even a thousand miles. And with him next to me, growling like a bear occasionally made me want to pounce on him and kiss him senselessly.

I felt my bladder full after countless glasses of cocktails.

I excused myself and tried to get up steadily, but I swayed. My palms landed on Max's lap, one finger actually dipping into his bulging organ.

I giggled, and Max growled again. This time, I could feel the flames of fury swirling within him.

"Where are you going?" Max hissed as he got up and steadied me.

Everything was shaking around me, and I felt like I was floating, and then my head spun.

"I need to use the washroom," I giggled, and Max just growled again.

"You'll turn into a real bear soonest," I slurred, my index finger pointing wobbly at his buffed chest.

"I'll walk you there, then drive you home," Max clamped his lips together.

He excused us and said something like taking me wherever I needed to be as I giggled and jabbed his ripped and buffed chest with my finger, over and over.

I don't know how I got to the washroom. My eyes were disoriented, and I wasn't playing this time. All I was aware of, in my drunken state, was Max's hard chest holding me still, guiding me to the washroom.

I heard him apologize, but with a gruffly growl that made whoever in the washroom scurry away with fear.

I heard next was faint footsteps leaving the place.

He held me until I got in one of the cubicles, and he didn't even care that I was swatting his hand carelessly away as he struggled to pull up my dress skirt and then my thong next.

I could do it, I think, and perhaps my head will first dip into the bowl before my pees.

That is precisely what would happen if I insisted now that I felt the ground underneath my feet moved in a spinning motion.

I clung to him as he sat me on the toilet bowl. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as Max watched me intensely with a dark look. 

Eyes darkened with passion, and I smiled cheekily at him, trying to ignore the effect of his carnal-induced eyes fixed on me, the bobbing of his prominent adam's apple up and down as he swallowed.

"I know that you were supposed to hit me with your heel," Max growled in his deep, raspy tone, and I innocently peered up at him.

Smiling toothily at him, he growled again.

"And flirting with Noah while your husband is just inches away?" he scowled down at me.

As I cleaned my private, I looked up at him and smiled again toothily.

"I'm not doing anything that disgrace you, and besides, those people have no clue we are married," I slurred, blinking innocently at him, which only vexed him.

He just leveled me a deathly stare. I don't know, but everything seemed all funny to me.

I couldn't contain the giggles that kept erupting from my lips.

"Don't worry, I'll find a divorce lawyer soon, and you'll be free from me," I giggled innocently, and the way his fingers dug into my forearms as he held me stand still while I pulled my thong up indicated that he's beyond enraged.

"We will not talk about this divorce again!" he snapped, pulling me closer against his all muscled torso.

Another loud giggles erupted from me as my hands ran up and down slowly against his corded, all sinewy chest.

"You'll be the death of me," Max mumbled as he led me out of the washroom.

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