He put his hand on his chest. “I’m offended. Can’t a guy just buy a girl a drink?”
“Yes. A guy can, not a man whore like you.”
He peered around the room, eyeing Leo and then Ashton who was already making out with some random in the corner of the bar.
“Am I not standing here with you while your best friend seals the deal and Ashton—”
“Gets herpes.”
“Bite your tongue, Mila. That is not the gift that keeps on giving.”
I chuckled and rolled my eyes. “I’ll take a—”
“Margarita with Don Julio tequila and salt around the rim.”
I jerked back, surprised. “You know what I drink?”
“I’ve only heard you order it about a thousand times.”
“Huh, interesting. Considering most of the time your tongue is down someone’s throat while I’m ordering my drinks.”
“What can I say?” He shrugged. “I’m a great multitasker.”
I laughed.
“No really, it’s on my resume.”
“Is that next to your low IQ?”
“As a matter of fact it is, but the size and girth of my cock on the sentence below makes up for it.”
“I see.”
He smirked. “Mila, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
I wasn’t sure how much time went by, but I swear the night flew at rapid speed and before I knew it, I was drunkity, drunk, drunk, laughing my ass off at Cain’s antics as we walked to wherever we were going.
He opened the door for me. “Oh, what a gentleman.”
“I do what I can.”
I walked in right as Leo was walking down the stairs.
“Leo!” I threw my arms around his neck. “You’re here! We’re here! That’s so awesome! Let’s get a drink!”
“I think you’ve had plenty,” he stated in a serious tone.
“Nonsense!” I pulled back, staring into his eyes. “Leo, why do you have three heads?” I pointed at them. “One, two, three… can you please stop swaying? I’m trying to count here.”
“That’s definitely you that’s swaying, Mila.”
“Why are you being the party poopers of the poopers? You’re king poopy party!”
“Holy shit,” he scoffed out, looking at Cain. “How much did you let her drink?”
I stepped back. “Whoa.” Grabbing the wall for support because the floor was moving, I reminded, “He didn’t let me do anything, sir. I am an independent woman who does whatever she wants. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?”
“Do you?” Leo countered.
“Yes, I do. I just said…” I grabbed my stomach, suddenly feeling queasy. “Ugh, I think I’m going to be sick.” Hauling ass down the hallway, I called out, “Where’s the bathroom? I need the bathroom!”
Sawyer opened the door, and I was on my knees in front of the toilet hurling into the bowl before I could help it. I stayed there with my head on the seat for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes.
“You all right?” Leo questioned, walking into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
“I think I threw up my liver.”
He chuckled, slowly moving my head and body on his chest before gently laying me back down on what felt like a blanket and pillow.
“I think I’m dying.”
“You’re not dying but you’re definitely going to be hungover as fuck tomorrow.”
“Ugh… make the room stop spinning.”
He grabbed my foot and laid it on the tile. “That should help. It will make it seem like you’re on solid ground.”
“How do you know?”
“I’ve been where you are many times, Lala.”
“Thanks.” I peeked my eyes open. “You can go back to Katie or Maddy or whatever-ey her name was.”
“I thought her name was Meagan.”
“Well, you can go back to Meagan.”
“I’m good. I’d rather be here with you.”
“Did you already get laid?”
“Yeah, I’m over her now.”
“Was she good?”
“Eh. She was all right.”
“Didn’t rock your world?”
“No, but I rocked hers. She’s passed the fuck out right now.”
“Cocky pig.”
“What? I was a gentleman, I made her come first.”
“You’re just a regular Casanova, Leo Hawkins.”
“I aim to please. Hopefully, she’ll wake up and leave and then I can avoid the whole morning after situation.”
“You’re horrible.”
“But you love me anyway.”
“I don’t know why.”
“Because I’m awesome.”
“Ugh, I think I’m going to be sick again.” He helped me sit up and I blew more chunks into the toilet.
And this was how we spent our first night on spring break. Me getting up close and personal with the porcelain God while Leo held my hair and rubbed my back…
Staying with me the entire night.
Chapter 3
—Leo—
The next morning, I handed Mila three ibuprofen with a glass of water. “Here. Make sure to drink all of this.”
“Ugh… my head is pounding.” Her hand shifted from her head to the mattress around her. “Am I in my bed?”
“Yeah.”
“How did I get here?”
“I carried you.”
“Why don’t I remember this?”
“You were knocked unconscious.”
She sat up, grabbing the pills and glass out of my hands. “Why am I only in my bikini?”
“You threw up on yourself. Actually, you threw up on both of us.”
Her eyes widened as she swallowed the pain relievers. “Oh man, I’m so sorry, Leo.”
“You owe me.”
She didn’t really owe me. Mila had been there for me many times over the years, especially when we were younger and I didn’t know my limits.
“Thanks for taking care of me.”
“You’re the only female I’d do that for.”
“You really gotta get over that stupid pact or you’re going to end up a lonely old man.”
For the last few months, she kept bringing up our pact and I couldn’t figure out why she was concerned about it after all these years.
“It worked for Hugh Hefner.”
“He had playmates and I also think he ended up marrying at least one of them.”
“I have a roster of women, Mila. I’m not going to get lonely any time soon.”
She rolled her eyes, finishing the water, and then placed the glass on the nightstand. “This conversation is giving me more of a headache.”
I chuckled. “Come here.” Laying on the bed next to her, I pulled her head and chest onto my torso to rub her head. “Better?”
“Oh my God,” she moaned loudly. “That feels amazing. You’re too good to me.”
“Guys! It’s happening! It’s finally fucking happening!” Ashton burst through the door. “Leo has grown balls and is nailing Mila!”