3

S A N D Y

Anthony was drunk to the max and I had to deal with it. I always had to deal with it. It wasn't anything new to me.

I had driven a drunk and non-stop talking Anthony in his sports car, back to his mansion. All he did was talk about the girls he danced with and the ones he took their numbers to sleep with when he wanted some fun. It was heartbreaking to hear but this was what I had to deal with when I fell for my best friend. 

When I pulled into his garage by the mansion, I had the help of his butler to take him up to his room. He reeked of alcohol and the thing he smoked. It was annoying to see him the way he was because it was bad for a businessman who ran part of the family business and would someday head the whole business.

His parents would not be happy as always and he didn't care as usual.

“I need to party again,” Anthony said in a drunk manner, pointing at the ceiling as he was laying on his large bed.

“No, you won't,” I said and knelt on the floor to take off his shoes.

“Yes! You should also come to my next party,” he said and burped. “Oops, that sounded fun. Can I do it again?”

I rolled my eyes and took off his shoes then placed them on the floor. I climbed the bed and knelt beside him then stared at him. His eyes were hooded and focused on the ceiling. I raised my hands to his chest and stopped, feeling hesitant. This was not the first time I would undress him but it was always difficult each time I did. Anthony was simply an attractive person and I always ogled him. 

“Sandy?” His voice came out slurred as he turned his head to look at me through half-shut eyes. “You're my best friend forever.”

I smiled and started to unbutton his shirt. He weakly held my hands and made eye contact with me.

“Are you trying to get in my pants?” He asked and smirked. “I didn't know my best friend wanted a piece of me.”

I silently hoped he would not remember everything he said the next morning because this was embarrassing to me who has always dreamt of such happening between us. 

“Anthony, I need to take off your shirt. You spilled your drink on it,” I said and moved his hands away. I unbuttoned the rest of the buttons and pushed the shirt apart, revealing his strong body. 

I gulped at the sight of his muscular chest which was defined and glistening from sweat. I shook my head, reminding myself that it was wrong of me to look at him this way in his state. I placed my hand behind his neck and made him sit up then quickly took off his shirt. 

I exhaled hard at the weight of his body and dumped the shirt on the floor. I glared at him as he smiled goofily.

“You're a case. You need to learn how to stop drinking,” I said and he opened his mouth to say something but he gagged. I flinched and was about to move away but he leaned toward me and threw up on my lap.

I grimaced at the warm vomit on my dress and skin. I felt like throwing up but held myself from doing so. 

“Damn! I'm so sorry,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

I stared at the mix of liquid and food clumps on my body then carefully got out of bed. I picked up his shirt and wiped the gunk off my dress and body then wiped the few that dropped on the bed and floor. 

“I'm tired of this!” I said. “You're a 28-year-old man for God's sake! You need to start being responsible. Every week you're going to parties, getting drunk or high. You keep forgetting you are someone with a high reputation! Anyone could take advantage of you in this state! It has almost happened one time when someone almost made you sign a contract that would have you losing so much!”

Anthony was silent throughout. It was when I saw he was fast asleep that I realized he didn't even hear a word I said. I hissed and went into his bathroom. I turned on the shower and stripped out of my clothes. I went in and let the warm water cascade down my body, washing off my sweat and the vomit.

“I don't know when Anthony is ever going to grow up. I'm tired of cleaning his mess, I'm tired of getting insulted because of him. But he's my best friend and my boss,” I said, mellowing down. “If I can't take care of him, who will? I don't want him getting hurt because he's too stupid to take care of himself.”

After my shower, I got out and wore one of the bathrobes. I walked into the room and saw him still sleeping in a different position. I rolled my eyes and went into his walk-in closet. I took one of his shirts and basketball shorts and then wore them. I walked out of the closet and went to the bed. 

“You're a pain in the ass,” I said and lay down beside him. “You're going to get yourself killed one day. You need to learn to stop some habits before it ends you.”

I rolled onto my back and stared at the chandelier a few ceilings away from the bed. I stared at it until I started feeling sleepy. The bed moved and I looked at him when he rolled over, facing me.

Anthony chewed on whatever was in his mouth before he dropped his arm on my stomach. I exhaled and shut my eyes, only to freeze when I felt his hand go under the shirt. 

“So warm,” he whispered sleepily. 

Most times, his actions always led me into falling for him more. And falling deeper for him meant having my heart broken.