I sat at the police desk waiting for them to either put me behind bars or at least come to address me, the alcohol was slowly wearing off but I still felt that buzz in my head. Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t have drank too much, or at least I should have let Jennifer drive me home.
After about fifteen minutes of sitting at the desk with handcuffs, a police lady walked up to me and took the cuffs off my hand. “We won't be filing a case, so there would be no records in our system but you should better not drive while drunk next time or I will put you behind bars myself.” She threatened.
Uhhhuuh! Sexy hot cop, I like her!
Wait! Why am I not being booked? They are just going to let me go?
As I stood up and turned around, I got the answer to my questions. Mr. Blackwood was standing right there!
He smiled at me and I groaned. “Of course it is you,” I scoffed and walked past him to grab my stuff from the lady at the counter.
“That is no way to thank someone but I will accept it,” he chuckled and followed behind.
“How are you even here?” I queried.
“Oh trust me, I will rather be elsewhere than stuck with you. I was having a very good time at my club and then my phone rang. When I heard that an employee of mine was driving while drunk, you were the last person that came to my mind.”
I scoffed. “Why? Because I do so well with alcohol?”
“No, because I thought you were smart enough to never take that shit again. Did I not say no more alcohol?” he grumbled as he chased behind me.
“Since when do I listen to you? you don’t control me, Mr. Blackwood, at least not my personal life. I do what I want when I am outside your company and humble mansion,” I said in sarcasm.
“I see, but you were driving too fast on the highway today, you could have killed someone if not yourself.”
“Wow, so you care about me?” I smiled as I turned to face him.
“No, I care about the car, it is a company car, you could have damaged it and the repair will come out of the company pocket.”
“Ugh! Annoying pest.” I muttered.
“I heard that!” he retorted behind me.
I took my Purse, ID and phone from the lady at the counter, but my car keys were not there. “What about my car?” I asked with wrinkled brows.
“I already had someone send it home, we couldn’t risk you behind the steering wheel a second time tonight.”
“Ugh! I hate you.”
“I know, now come, let's go home.” he said and offered me his hand, a small smile on his face.
“You mean my house, right?” I asked to be sure.
“Fine, I will take you home.” he mumbled and headed for the exit
I laughed and followed him behind, still suffering the after-effects of the alcohol. Was he really going to take me to his house if I hadn’t asked?
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The drive home was very noisy as Mr. Blackwood would not stop reprimanding me, we argued to and fro all the way home. arriving at my house, I opened the door and staggered off without a thank you.
I thought he was going to drive off angrily but he didn’t, he came down and chased after me. I laughed excitedly as I ran from him, searching for my key in my purse as I got closer to the door.
“Be careful, you will trip and fall,” he warned.
How I managed to make it that far without tripping was a surprise since I was on high heels, I unlocked the door before he would get to me and rushed inside. Flipping my shoes off in the sitting room, I collapsed on the couch and let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh my God, I am so stressed.”
“You should go use the shower, you stink.” He verbally voiced out as he entered the room.
“I don’t want to, I am tired.” I grumbled.
“Well, you have to. Do you smell yourself? Get up and go to the shower!” He ordered.
“Ughhh! Why don’t you make me?” I demanded with a smirk.
“Oh I will," he said quickly and before I could see it coming, he picked me up off the couch like a feather, put me on his shoulders and headed for my bedroom.
“Hey!! Put me down!” I screamed, my legs kicking in the air while I hit him continuously on the back with my tender hands.
He didn’t seem fazed by all that as he didn’t stop till he was in my bedroom. He put me down on the bed and I folded my hands in disapproval.
“That was very bad of you, Mr. Woods,” I Whined like a child, a frown on my face.
“Don’t call me that,” he replied quickly. “Now take off your clothes and go into the shower,” he instructed.
“No I won't, not with you here!” I refused adamantly.
“Fine, I will turn my back, now you get undressed and go into the shower.” he said and then turned his back to me.
I chuckled and then began to undress. I was wearing a yellow mini gown so it was difficult to pull it off my body, leaving me in my undies. It was the particular set of undies that he had gotten for me back in Jersey.
“Don’t look yet!” I warned as I took off my panties and bra.
“I am not looking, just get into the shower already.” He groaned, I could feel his frustration and I loved every bit of the torture.
I took off the rest of my clothing and quickly tossed them into a drawer, then I grabbed a fresh towel from the wardrobe and began to walk to the bathroom with my back.
“I am going to the bathroom now, don’t do anything silly!” I warned him.
“Just be going already, I would be here to make sure you are actually bathing.”
I laughed as I got into the bathroom and closed the door. Was he really going to wait for me?
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