MAKING A CHOICE - CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

BELLA'S POV

I arrived at the vibrant establishment that evening in a taxi, the venue illuminated with disco lights, a diverse array of customers, and a variety of drinks. I carefully placed my phone into the rear pocket of my snug denim trousers. I was escorted to the exclusive VIP area where he sat, consumed by alcohol; rambling incoherently, sharing unnecessary jokes. "You made it?" He remarked, grasping my cheeks as I attempted to assist him, but my efforts were futile. I held onto his wallet, phone, and car keys. Seeking aid from a staff member, I was graciously assisted in escorting him to his vehicle; ensuring he was seated in the back, secured with a seatbelt. I generously tipped the staff member for his assistance. I assumed the role of a driver, inquiring about the location of his residence.

"My house is inside..." His speech was slurred.

I was puzzled. I turned back to face him, "Where?" I inquired.

"Inside." He gestured, pointing to the dashboard.

"You can't be serious