Chapter 17：Theres no turning back. (2/2)

I'm in way over my head.

I'm rushing things too much.

I guess I didn't want to chicken out 'cos the longer I waited...

Sorry...

I really... tried...

I'm... sorry...

My hands shoot up and cover my face. All this drinking has made me way too emotional.

I start crying before long, tears are streaming down my face, and it's dripping out of the gaps between the base of my palms.

In a panic, Jett hugs my head to his chest. ”Okay. Okay... It's enough for now. Don't cry...”

He takes his phone out and calls someone.

After a few minutes of rubbing my back, I calm down some.

Jett whispers in my ear. ”Hey... I'll carry you, alright? Don't panic.”

Before I could say anything, he puts his arms around my back and bends down to slide the other around the back of my knees and lifts me.

I'm not liking the sensation of being lifted this way, and I ended up clinging to his chest and burying my face in his neck with my eyes closed.

I hear him softly chuckle. ”Oh... who knew I'd get such a cute reaction.”

This position is making all the alcohol rush straight to my head, hitting me three times as hard. Annoyed by his cheeriness over my predicament, I pout and say nothing.

As Jett starts to walk away and head for the exit, he doesn't notice 2 figures in the distance watching us. One of them has their arms crossed while the other seems to be staring blankly.

The small Smart limousine Jett called for is waiting for us outside.

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[In the car]

...

I inhale slowly and deeply.

Whenever I drink so much alcohol, I always end up feeling good...

So good that I get REALLY, REALLLYYY horny...

... Shit!

Squirming uncomfortably in my seat, I start to rub my neck slowly out of habit. Unfortunately, doing so made me start moaning softly because it felt TOO good.

The car was pretty noisy, so I was hoping it wasn't loud enough but of course someone just had to have great hearing.

”Hey. What's with this? Be more considerate, will you? You're cruel.” Jett says with an expression that results in a pained smile.

”Cruel?” My eyes flutter, and I flatten my hand against the edge of his tie. I slowly move it upwards and stop before the tips of my fingers touch the collar.

”Yes... I suppose that's what most guys I've dated thought of me.” I laugh derisively at myself. ”I make men feel emasculated, too. Like at work, for example.”

”Well... I mean, you ARE very bossy...” I give him a sharp glare, yet he continues, ”but I don't take it personally since you don't get all unreasonable or cross a line. It's how some people work.”

”I know how you were working with me lately was not how you usually interact with others.”

”Anyway, now that I have some explanation, then everything adds up.” He finishes with a slight smirk, quite satisfied with himself.

”... Rysia, I'm fully in for the long haul. I just wanted to let you know that.” Jett lifts my chin and stares intensely into my eyes.

”Hmph. Don't say that shit. It'd hurt too much if you end up running away from me, you know...” I say sadly.

”I won't.” He responds decisively without pausing.

”You may not run away immediately, but it doesn't mean it won't build up until you can't take it anymore and...” I pause. I'm already at my limit. I'm somewhat drifting in and out, and I'm no longer fully in control of my actions.

Jett places his hand on my cheek, looking concerned. ”Rysia... ”