I hesitated, every fiber ofwanting to say no, but I moved closer, standing by Idris' side and reaching out a reluctant hand.
He gave a small, tight-lipped smile, his brow furrowing. "Is that how you help someone up?" Something was off, and I could not shake the feeling.
Holding back my annoyance, I stooped to help him stand. No sooner was he on his feet than his towering presence slumped against me, almost sending us both tumbling. I steadied him, my brow furrowed in concern. "Idris, stand up straight!" From above, his low laugh trickled down, laced with a hint of sarcasm. "Oh? Not Mr. Young today?" I did not bite and just kept him upright as we made our way out of the VIP room. He was a mess, staggering and bumping into things. Whether he was putting on an act or genuinely plastered, it was a nightmare to deal with.
When we finally got to the car, I opened the back door for him, but he stood there, stiff as a board. I looked up to see his face set in a frown of displeasure.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What's up with you?" I asked, trying to maintain my composure.
"I'm not sitting in the back." Typical diva move! I was that close to giving him a piece of my mind, but I reined it in, opened the front door, and practically shoved him into the seat.
Once I was in the driver's seat, I saw him leaning back, eyes shut. I did not bother with chit-chat and fired up the engine. After the last the got wasted and went on a wild chase, I was not taking any chances. We only stopped for lights, and I made a beeline for Clearwater Residence.
It was way too late to drop him at the old manor without waking up Madam Young, so Clearwater Residence it was.
I parked and glanced his way. He was still out of it, eyes closed. I waited a few minutes, but he did not budge. "We're here," I said, breaking the silence.
No reply.
I bit my lip and tried again, "Idris, we've arrived." et He was givingthe silent reatment again. With no other >ption, I stepped out of the car, circled to the passenger side, and wung the door open, ready to help im out. However, the moment my and brushed against him, he ankedtowards him. I jumped back, a little freaked out, and shot him a frown. Our eyes locked in a surprise showdown.
"You..." Faking sleep? That was just low.
He did not even flinch under my glare. He casually swung his long legs out of the car and reached out to me, "Lenda hand, will you?" I bit my lip, standing my ground, and snapped, "You're not helpless. You can stand. Why should I have to pull you up?" It's not like the sports car had seats so low he could not get up by himself.
He arched an eyebrow, peering at me. "So, you'd helpif I were really paralyzed?" I was at a loss for words.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis logic was beyond me.
Tired of the back-and-forth, I grabbed his hand to pull him up. However, Mr. Annoying had other plans. He pulledinto a bear hug and stood up, his tall frleaning heavily on my shoulders. "Escortto the bedroom," he commanded. I was sure he was doing that on purpose.
Biting back my annoyance, I helped him navigate back to his second-floor bedroom. Everything was just as it had been left, untouched and familiar. It had the sdecorations, plants, and lived-in feel.
I dumped him on the bed and was about to make my exit.
However, out of nowhere, he wrapped his arms aroundfrom behind. I tried to wriggle free, but he pinned my hands, immobilizing me. That guy...
"Idris, you..." "So, you're really going to walk away from me, huh?" His voice was a raspy whisper, his breath hot on my ear, his face pressed against my neck.
I was rooted to the spot, the harsh words I was about to hurl got choked back, and a wave of heartache crashed over me, leavingmute.
He leaned in close, his breath warm on my neck and his voice a raspy whisper, "When did you start thinking about ditching me?Everything was good in Tully City, so what's with the sudden change of heart? Is it because of Lucas? Or maybe Alice? Yvette, whatever it was, just tell me. Lethave speace of mind, will you?"