Chapter eight.

Pari's pov. 

"No way in hell am wearing that." I huff shacking my head in disapproval. 

It's not like I don't want to wear it, it's just that there is nothing there to wear.

I might as well go out naked.

"Yes, you are." Shelley states sternly.

"No am not." I shake my head in refusal. 

"Yes you are." Shelley shouts. 

"No am not." I yell even louder. 

"Yes you are.' Shelley scream on top of her voice. 

"Will you guys stop shouting." kelvin roars from next door, the whole house vibrating at his order.

Obviously tired of our childishness. 

"OK then, rock,  paper, scissors." Shelley challenges breaking the pin drop silence. 

I eye her suspiciously then agree. 

Am pretty God at rock, paper, scissors. 

"Hehehe you loss." Shelley says with a smirk. She got paper and I got rock which means she won. 

"Now put that dress on young lady."

Fucking chocolate.

************

It isn't even up to ten minutes since we arrived at the club and my head is already giving off sirens. 

Am not a nerd or anything, but I can swear that parties are not my place.

I chuck down another glass of tequila, my sense buzzing as the cold liquor runs down my throat.

"Come on pari let's go dance." Shelly yells over the music forcefully dragging me to the dancefloor. 

I adjust my sticky gown which hugs my curves like a second skin then join Shelley in dancing which comprises of jumping, twirling and fist pumping. 

"I need to go pee." I say to Shelley after some minutes. 

My bladder is about to burst. I drank too much. 

"What..... " Shelly scream back, the music on full blast. 

"I need to go pee." I yell again, this time louder. The effect of the tequila starts to kick in. 

"OK, I will be right here." Shelley reply. 

With a nod, I push pass a river of sweaty bodies looking around for the way to the toilet, it's actually hard to find it if you are a first timer, lucky I aren't. 

I quickly relieve myself then walk to the mirror before turning on the tap to wash my hands. 

I turn off the tap when I heard soft sobs. Listening closely.

"Shut the fuck off." A muscular voice follows.  

I follow the voice which lead to the boys toilet, my fingers  around the door handle I push the door to reveal a half dressed girl and a bulky guy holding a knife to her throat. 

He wants to kill her? Why would he want to kill her?

She's so cute. Just like a puppy.

That makes him a bad guy right?

"Easy big guy." I coe. Holding both of my hands out. 

I won't let the bad gout hurt her.

"If you move I will hurt her." The bulky guy growls. 

"Let her go and I will behave like nothing ever happened." I say, taking slow steps towards him the tequila controlling my actions. 

"Stay where you are." The bulky guy snarls now holding the knife at me. 

"You don't have to do this, just let her go, and everything will be alright." I slowly state, he seems to think for a minute which gave my drunk self the opportunity to strike, I quickly knock the knife out of his hand then gave him a hard kick that rendered him unconscious. 

I love karate. 

   After calling the club security and handling an uncontrollable crying girl,  I return to the dance floor to find Shelley gone. 

This is the millionth time Shelley is doing this to me. 

She left without me, again. Probably went off with a guy. 

I took more tequila before exiting the club, the cold wind caresses my skin as I sway from side to side In the empty streets. 

Shelley is gone. My coat is gone.

So cold.

************

Xavier's pov. 

I take my eyes off the moving road and pick my ringing phone. 

"Good evening Mr Xavier." A familiar voice booms, my secretary. 

"Good evening." I reply politely. 

"Sorry to disturb you but, Miss Selena just sent an invitation in honour of her parents anniversary she wants to know if you'd be able to attend."

"When is it?" I ask.

Selena is one of my closest business partner, I will need to attend.

"Just tell her I will be there." I say, then cut the call. 

I will worry about the rest informations later tomorrow.

A familiar figure at the side of the road caught my eyes. 

I use the controls on the door next to me to roll down the window on the passenger side. 

Sure it's her. Who else would be roaming on the streets like a zoombie in the middle of the night?

"Get in." I order, packing the car by her side. 

"My dada said I shouldn't enter strangers cars." She says, unconsciously leaning forward her breath laced with alcohol. 

She's drunk. 

Can a anybody be more stupid?

"Am not a stranger, its Xavier." I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

"Xavier?" she asks. 

"Yes Xavier, now get in."

She reach for the door but then stop and look back at me, swaying from side to side. 

"Is it Xavier with dimples or Xavier, Shelley's ex boyfriend?" she slurs. 

The fuck.

Well I don't know Shelley and am definitely not her ex boyfriend, but I do have dimples. 

"Its Xavier with dimples , so can you get in now." I huff with a desperate tone. 

"Xavier with dimples " she giggles childishly. Opens the door then slumps in, shutting the door with her left leg.

Weird human.

"Hey." I call my eyes forward. 

"Hey little one." I call again when I the sound of soft snores fill the air. 

"Pls don't drool on my sit." I plead. More to the heavens.

I pack my car in front of my house its actually a mansion but still a house. 

I hop off the car then open the back door. 

"Hey wake up." I tap her leg softly "c'mon get up"

She groans as her eyes flutters half open. 

"Where am I?" she slurs. 

"Can you walk? I ignore her question.

"I think so." She giggles before getting up. 

Staggering on her feet. 

"Rest on me." I say throwing her arm around my shoulders. 

"Are those chocolates." She frowns when we got to the stairs. 

This is really going to be hard. 

"Do you know sponge Bob is a sponge?" She looks up to me expectantly.

"I like sponge Bob, I mean his nice and makes nice crabby paddies."

Another step up. 

"But I don't like Patrick he is so mean."

Another step up. 

"And Mr crab is just too in love with money, just like that son of a chocolate."

That should be me.

Another step up. 

I groan when I got to my destination which is the guest room next to mine. I swear this girl is a talkative when drunk.

I open the door and drag her in before lying her on the bed, then turn to leave. 

"You." Shr yells pointing at me as she rushes off the bed. 

"Me." I frown.

"Yes you cheater." She slurs.

Did she hit her head somewhere?

"Why do you have dimples and I don't." She huffs eyeing me. 

"I don't know." I reply sincerely.. 

It's not like I ordered it from Jumia or something.

"I want your dimples" She yells childishly. "I want dimples."

I raise an eye brow at her behaviour. She really is drunk. 

"You don't want to give me the dimples." She said as her mouth curves into a cute pout. 

Wait did I just call her cute, get a grip of yourself Xavier we are talking about the one and only evil PA of yours. 

"You wont give me the dimples." She sniffs, her eyes starting to water. 

God please don't cry. 

I start patting her head but she won't stop sobbing. 

I really don't know how to handle a crying girl.   

Maybe I should have just left her on the street.

Her sobs was soon replaced by soft snores. Well she didn't sleep until promised her an unlimited supply of dimples. 

Don't ask me how I will get it cause I don't know either.

♣♣♣♣♣~♣♣♣♣♣♣

Pari pov. 

I groan trying hard to pry my eyes open, my head pounding like monsters are holding a music feast in it. I peeled my soft blanket off me, planting my legs on the cold floor.

 Wait why is the floor so cold? And why is my blankets very soft? Also since hen did my room start smelling of vanilla and strawberries?

"Xavier." I mentally scream as I forcefully tear my eyes open , last night event hitting me like a train on a track.

My mouth fell open at the view in front of me. The room is so magnificent. 

I giggle bouncing on the king size bed I slept on last night.

"Ouch." I cry when another wave of pain hit my head. 

Xavier really brought me to his house, so unbelievable. Maybe he isn't such a bad person after all. 

Just kidding.

He is a big bully.

(How do you like a drunk Pari, cause I do love her. And don't forget to rate and comment. You can also check out my other book. 'Baby on campus.' Love yal. ADIOS.) {For of you who thinks the story is slow paced, I apologise, but I use my phone in typing and it isn't the least comfortable, so please bear with me till I get a laptop. Thanks again.)