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I suppose it was always only a matter of time before I'd fuck up again. The look on Maggie's face when she saw me talking to Julie both turned me on and scared the shit out of me.

She's so pure and compassionate that sometimes I forget she has a serious temper. As she stood there in front of us, her arm linked with bloody Nick's, I could physically feel the angry heat radiating off her. Maggie knew seeing her with Nick would piss me off but she did it anyway out of spite.

Getting her out of the club was easier than I had imagined and even easier with Bethany there to help.  Eyeliner slightly pooled under her eyes but she attempted to clean herself up so as not to look like a hot mess in front of the crowd who still lingered in the club. She kept her composure on the way out, gently leaning on my shoulder as we exited and Beth trailing close behind in case she was needed.

I was able to haul ass to my car and bring it around to the front while Bethany stood with Mags. Luckily I hadn't parked far because I wasn't sure how long Maggie could stand upright.  She drank a bloody bar-full, taking shots from every waitress walking around with a tray of drinks.

Little things she doesn't know always surprises me, mixing alcohol like it's candy is something I learned not to do at the early age of fifteen, yet she's still learning.  The answer evades me as I wonder how she can possibly be so innocent and why I get to be the lucky man to corrupt her.

I pull the car almost onto the curb then jump out to help Maggie in the car.  She's leaning heavily on Bethany and I reach them just before Bethany's legs begin to buckle from the pressure. I guide her into the car with a gentle hand on the small of her back and place the other on her head, careful to not let her smack it against the roof of the car.

After she's safely in my Dodge Charger I thank Bethany quickly and run back to the driver's seat, careful not to leave Maggie alone for too long in her drunken state.

I pull away from the club, leaving the loud bass and pumping music shrinking away behind us. Maggie's forehead is now pressed against the chilled window, her eyes half-closed and her face looking exceptionally pale.

"You'll be alright love, we'll just get you home to rest." And I believe that's true until she lets out a miserable moan and rocks her head back and forth against the glass. I find myself suddenly hoping to god she doesn't retch in the car.

"You'll tell me if your gonna puke, yeah?" I hint and she just lets out another groggy noise.

"Look if you're gonna chuck up that's fine, just let me know and I'll pull over." I offer and she nods her head slightly, releasing the anxious tension in my chest.

I don't usually find myself caring for obnoxiously drunk women. I prefer them sober, so that every touch, every taste is firmly planted in their mind. How can you have a woman begging for more when they don't remember what they had in the first place? 

I'm almost jealous of Maggie. She drank so much she probably doesn't even remember the fight to begin with, but it's never worked that way for me.

When I was younger, much younger, I would attempt to drown my sorrows with booze, to numb myself completely and forget my worries. However, despite drinking half my weight in alcohol, I was never able to drown my demons.  They always knew how to swim.

Luckily for the both of us, I don't often drink and when I do, I make it a point to not get drunk. I've learned my lessons from being a troubled young adult and I've found alcohol just enhances the bitter side of me.

"Mmm." Maggie's voice brings me back to reality and I focus on the flashing red lights in front of us. 

I was preparing to lose my shit if she ended up going home with Nick, but luckily I didn't cock up bad enough for that scenario. It was a bit dicey there in the beginning and I'm just thankful she's coming home with me where she belongs. Even though I despise Nick and I'll absolutely never admit this aloud, he's honestly a decent bloke. However, decent or not, I'd never trust him with my girl, especially when she's this drunk.

I know it might have looked dodgy, but Julie is nothing to me. We met years ago when Christian, Alex and I first came for a visit. I let her know upfront I wasn't interested in anything serious and she agreed, absolutely no strings attached.

She's been hitting me up off and on for years now, whenever I'm in town and it's always just been about us both getting off. She might have been interested in more but I wasn't and I've always made that abundantly clear.

Julie admitted in one of our brief encounters that she uses men for their money and honestly, it was never a surprise when it came out. However, what is surprising is that actually men go for it. They shower her with coin, purses, jewelry anything to get a piece really.

She's essentially an expensive whore and I've got the money to spend, but she knows damn well she has nothing to gain from me. I've never needed to buy pussy.

The fact that Maggie's jealous of her is a joke, no one could ever come close to what Mags and I have together. No one else has caught or held my attention the way she has, they just don't compare. Maggie is my sole weakness, and she just doesn't seem to understand the hold she has on me or the earth-shattering effect she'll inflict if she let's go.

It was awkward, uncomfortable, and a conversation no one really ever wants to have but by the end of the night, I let Julie know it was over indefinitely. I let her know I'm in love with Mags and basically told her to sod off.

"Why?" Maggie slurs with her eyes still closed but head leaned in my direction.

"Why what love?" I ask with a smirk and can see her brows pull together in frustration.

"You only call me love when you're being an ass." She says through half-opened eyes. She's fucking hammered.

"You like it when I'm an ass." I respond in a cocky manner. She pretends she doesn't, but I know it turns her on as long as I'm not a complete ass. There's a difference, believe me.

"Mmm- Nope." Is all she can manage before her head rests back on the window.

"Did you forget what you were asking me originally, love?" I ask in a cocky manner again.

"Why didn't you tell her?" She slurs and I know exactly what she's asking.

My shoulders tense slightly and I pause before answering.  I wonder if we should even have this conversation, I doubt she'll even remember it in the morning.  If I avoid it, surely it will cause more of an argument than it's worth, and then again it's good practice if she does forget.

"I didn't tell Julie because I hadn't had the chance by the time you walked up. I was going to tell her the moment you arrived by pulling you in my arms and saying, 'You've met my girlfriend Maggie, right?' But you walked up in Nick's arms and completely threw me off." I explain and see a single tear run down her cheek.

"You were gonna- to call me your girlfriend?" She says almost unintelligibly but I understand what she's asking.

"I'd shout it from a fucking mountain, I'm fucking chuffed you're my girlfriend baby." I say to her which earns a few more tears and I hope they're the happy kind.

"You're mad?" She asks with tears streaming down her cheeks and I remind myself to teach her more British slang. I usually avoid using slang and I've attempted to adapt to American terms, a simple mix of words can cause a catastrophe here.

"Oh no baby, chuffed just means proud." I correct myself and again more tears wet her cheeks. Jesus, can I stop fucking up?

"You're proud that I'm yours?" She asks through a full-on sob.

"Christ, of course I am!" I'm shocked she doesn't already know how strong I feel about her. I pull over into an empty car park, unable to listen to her cry and not be able to comfort her. 

I unbuckle Maggie's seat-belt then pull her over the middle console and into my lap. Her legs adapt automatically, placing themselves on either side of my legs until she's straddling me. I place a kiss on her forehead and then on each one of her tear-stained cheeks.

"Hey, it's okay. Don't cry." I whisper and place a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"I'm such an idiot. I jumped to conclusions right away instead of just wrapping my arms around you and claiming you. I acted like- Well- Like a child." She says as a few more tears are let loose and she almost loses her balance.

"You're not an idiot, don't say that again. You have reason to distrust me, but I'm earning back that trust and one day I hope you'll have faith in me so you'll never again question us." I'm allowing myself to be completely vulnerable with her, trusting her to be gentle.

"I trust you." She whispers and presses her forehead against mine.

I don't believe her, I wish she did fully trust me but I fucked up straight from the beginning of our relationship and I will be paying for that for a while. I want to make her feel secure with us and I will work towards that goal for as long as I exist.

Maggie's hands wrap tight around my neck before she draws me closer to her, bringing her mouth to mine in a hot hurried kiss and burning head travels through my veins instantly. She so effortlessly has my body craving her entirely and it's fucking intoxicating.

Her lips suddenly separate from mine and her palms press hard against my chest as she arches her back and begins grinding against me. My cock instantly hardens at her sudden boldness and my lips hastily envelop her neck as my hands roam her breasts. I know she can feel me hard as a rock between her legs because she starts grinding faster with an intense need.

I grip her neck, bringing her full lips crashing back to mine and she moans, opening her mouth just wide enough for my tongue to slip in and dance with hers. The taste of red hot candy lingers on her tongue which could either be Goldschlager or Fireball or both with how much she's consumed tonight.

Her fingers thread through my hair and start to tug which she knows I fucking love, but as much as I'd love to fuck her right here in the middle of this empty parking lot, I won't take advantage of the state she's in. It takes every ounce of strength in me to slow her down enough to take a breath.  She's a fucking wild woman when she's plastered.

"Maggie, we can't now." I force myself to say through haggard breaths.

Maggie whimpers in protest as she entangles her fingers deeper in my hair and grinds her hips deeper into me. I'm unable to stop the moan that escapes my lips involuntarily.

Fuck.

"Don't you want me?" She teases as she reaches for the top button of my jeans.

"Fuck." I groan as her hand slips into my jeans and her fingers brush against the part of me that craves her the most.

"I want you." Maggie whispers into my ear and the heat from her breath causes mine to catch in my throat.

She has my zipper down and her small hand deep in my jeans, gripping me seconds before my mind is able to overcome the burning hot temptation. She brings her soft lips to mine again and I instantly taste the red hot candy reminder of how much she's had to drink tonight.

"Bloody hell Maggie, let's at least get you home first." I urge as I pull my face from hers then gently slide her back into her seat and help her buckle up.

She pouts and crosses her arms against her chest, clearly upset with me for turning her down. There's no way we're fucking tonight, I have to keep my distance if I'm going to make sure of that.  Although I'm pretty sure that even though she's pissed drunk, I'd be the one she'd be taking advantage of in this situation.

I have to adjust my pants before I start the car back up and although I'm still extremely uncomfortable with my bulging cock rubbing against my jeans, I feel better knowing I've done the right thing. How strange and foreign a feeling, doing the right thing. What a fucking wanker I've become.

After a few minutes of driving, I hear Maggie begin to softly snore and I smile to myself. I seriously doubt she'll remember any of this in the morning.

When we arrive at my flat, I don't bother waking her up. I unbuckle her belt, and carry her through the lobby, in and out of the elevator, and through the threshold. Surprisingly enough, she sleeps through it all. I lay her in bed and gently place the covers over her, then leave her with a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you." I whisper, even though I know she can't hear me.