The result was copious amounts of alcohol and on an empty stomach and after an hour of this, I was too far gone for the 5 star wedding breakfast the staff placed in front of me. Scanning the room, I located Niall in the crowds ahead of me, chatting animatedly with a female guest at one of the round tables to my right. Normally his overly flirtatious nature would be bothering me but now I shrugged it off and downed the remainder of my champagne, with every intention of following it with buck fizz chaser.
“You Ok, Lu? You need to take it easy, you didn’t eat much earlier.”
Leaning forward onto my french manicured cradled fingers I look up, smirking into Sebastian’s concerned eyes. “S’all good. Don’t be so boring, Mr. Perfect Pants.”
His eyes follow mine to where Niall was whispering into the blonde’s ear, her giggles echoing in the ballroom. “They must know each other already - probably why he was put on that table, Lu, you know to mingle.”
No my mum was trying to keep him away from me. The table plan and his carefully planned seating, had her stamp all over it but today I didn’t care and he’d never met the blonde with the flat chest before, I was sure of that - God knows who she was.
“Always trying to make me feel better aren’t you, Seb? Sticking up for your pal. Well it won’t work tonight. I don’t give a shit about that dick-head. Men are all the same. I need to get out of here and get me some more booze.” My chair legs scraped crudely across the parquet flooring and I grab my bag, swaying slightly before heading off in the direction of the gardens.
“Hey, hey slow down, let me at least look after you and then I’ll join you, we can do some damage at the bar together but let’s get you steady first. You’re no good to me horizontal.”
“That’s not what all the girls tell me - thought you liked ze ladies horizonpull?”
“I like women sober if I’m bedding them. Now come on - let’s find a table before you fall over.” His face is brotherly in its concerns and not in anyway flirtatious.
“Suit yourself. Speaking of suits, yours looks zery nice- ex..extrweem..ly sexy,” I giggle at my stumble over the words.
“Alright Ms. Myers, no more booze for you, for a bit anyway. Let’s take a seat out here and get some fresh air.”
“My feet hurt.” I pout and slip my shoes off and begin to rub one of them feeling pathetic. I love shoes but I’d not chosen these ones and the fit was dire.
Seb pats his lap. “Pop them up here - I’ll work my magic.” He nods to a passing waiter and I vaguely hear him mutter tea and sugar before returning his gaze to me and setting his thumbs to work on the soles of my feet.
Ahh, bliss.
“Now what the fuck is up with you today?”
“Nothing. I just want to get pissed! Is that alright with you, Daddy oh?” I sound like a spoilt child.
He chuckles at my petulance and I watch him, massage my toes. He really was so annoyingly sexy.
“Yeah, but it’s not like you to be so ‘fuck off’ about it. You’re usually much more… chirpy.”
“I’m not a bloody bird!”
“I can see that, touchy - although your talons are out… but you’re not normally so, on-a-mission.”
“I just had a major wake-up call in the church that’s all. Like God spoke to me … or something like that.” I shrug my shoulders feeling a little silly at my statement.
“Oh really?” his grin infuriates me and I drop my feet from his lap and straighten myself, crossing my arms in front of me, attempting to appear aloof and uninterested.
“Don’t laugh at me - I’m being serious.”
“OK - what was this awakening?”
“That would be telling. You’ll find out soon enough.”
The crease in his brow lifts further and I watch as he rubs a hand across his head in thought. God he looked so very sexy. Yes, Lu, you’ve already thought that. You’re
“You Ok, Lu? You need to take it easy, you didn’t eat much earlier.”
Leaning forward onto my french manicured cradled fingers I look up, smirking into Sebastian’s concerned eyes. “S’all good. Don’t be so boring, Mr. Perfect Pants.”
His eyes follow mine to where Niall was whispering into the blonde’s ear, her giggles echoing in the ballroom. “They must know each other already - probably why he was put on that table, Lu, you know to mingle.”
No my mum was trying to keep him away from me. The table plan and his carefully planned seating, had her stamp all over it but today I didn’t care and he’d never met the blonde with the flat chest before, I was sure of that - God knows who she was.
“Always trying to make me feel better aren’t you, Seb? Sticking up for your pal. Well it won’t work tonight. I don’t give a shit about that dick-head. Men are all the same. I need to get out of here and get me some more booze.” My chair legs scraped crudely across the parquet flooring and I grab my bag, swaying slightly before heading off in the direction of the gardens.
“Hey, hey slow down, let me at least look after you and then I’ll join you, we can do some damage at the bar together but let’s get you steady first. You’re no good to me horizontal.”
“That’s not what all the girls tell me - thought you liked ze ladies horizonpull?”
“I like women sober if I’m bedding them. Now come on - let’s find a table before you fall over.” His face is brotherly in its concerns and not in anyway flirtatious.
“Suit yourself. Speaking of suits, yours looks zery nice- ex..extrweem..ly sexy,” I giggle at my stumble over the words.
“Alright Ms. Myers, no more booze for you, for a bit anyway. Let’s take a seat out here and get some fresh air.”
“My feet hurt.” I pout and slip my shoes off and begin to rub one of them feeling pathetic. I love shoes but I’d not chosen these ones and the fit was dire.
Seb pats his lap. “Pop them up here - I’ll work my magic.” He nods to a passing waiter and I vaguely hear him mutter tea and sugar before returning his gaze to me and setting his thumbs to work on the soles of my feet.
Ahh, bliss.
“Now what the fuck is up with you today?”
“Nothing. I just want to get pissed! Is that alright with you, Daddy oh?” I sound like a spoilt child.
He chuckles at my petulance and I watch him, massage my toes. He really was so annoyingly sexy.
“Yeah, but it’s not like you to be so ‘fuck off’ about it. You’re usually much more… chirpy.”
“I’m not a bloody bird!”
“I can see that, touchy - although your talons are out… but you’re not normally so, on-a-mission.”
“I just had a major wake-up call in the church that’s all. Like God spoke to me … or something like that.” I shrug my shoulders feeling a little silly at my statement.
“Oh really?” his grin infuriates me and I drop my feet from his lap and straighten myself, crossing my arms in front of me, attempting to appear aloof and uninterested.
“Don’t laugh at me - I’m being serious.”
“OK - what was this awakening?”
“That would be telling. You’ll find out soon enough.”
The crease in his brow lifts further and I watch as he rubs a hand across his head in thought. God he looked so very sexy. Yes, Lu, you’ve already thought that. You’re
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