UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 221 – 230
“That was gross, by the way,” Leslie says, and Alexa scoffs.
“Are you gonna drink? Considering the fact that, you know…” Alexa asks, motioning to her baby.
“Nah, it’s fine. I’m just gonna take one shot. Don’t wanna stress the baby.”
“That means you won’t be needing one shot then. Where’s the water?” Alexa says and opens the fridge. She brings out a bottle of water and gives one to Leslie as she closes the fridge.
She arranges the glasses on the counter and fills each glass with Jack. What type of alcohol is that?
“Wait. I’ve never drunk this before,” I mutter.
“Yeah. New gifts need new drinks. I don’t even know where I heard that from,” Alexa mutters and closes the drink.
“I drank this once, and I couldn’t feel my feet,” Brandon says as he scrunches his nose.
“Me too,” Piper says.
“Don’t worry. Today is for Ariel. We gon’ party like tomorrow doesn’t exist. Booze up…” Alexa says as we raise our glasses. Leslie raises her water.
“To Ariel’s new house,” Alexa utters.
“To Ariel’s new house…” they squeal as we throw our heads back to chug down the alcohol.
This is pretty hot when I swallow it. Alexa refills the glasses as we drink. We dance to the loud music as Alexa shouts the lyrics really loud.
♪ He like ’em freaky. He like ’em nasty ♪
Alexa slurs out the lyrics.
In a blink of an eye, my new house turns into a nightclub. Since Leslie is pregnant, she couldn’t dance much. She dances for a little while and sits down. I stop taking that Jack drink when I lose count. I’m already tipsy, and I don’t wanna get drunk.
“Oh my God…” we mutter as we crash on the couches.
“This is too beautiful, man. Where the fuck is Damon Carter?” Piper asks.
“Breathe, sister. What makes you think he can buy you a fuckin’ penthouse?” Alexa asks, and I chuckle.
“Although he’s back, though,” I say.
“No fuckin’ way,” they all mutter except Leslie.
“Yeah. He’s in New York, and I’ve seen him. He showed up at Mia’s birthday party in Canada.”
“Oh my God,” Alexa mumbles.
“What’s he like? Is he still cute? Hot? What the fuck does he look like?” they ask.
Oh God. Why did I say he’s back in the first place?
“Calm down, ladies and gent. He’s cute, really cute. He looks like Gray, just the older version with really nice stubble.”
“Aww…”
“Jeez.”
I bat my lashes at them and shake my head. I lay flat on my couch and look up at the ceiling. I can’t believe I own a house now. This is too hard to believe. I’ll be staying alone, except Alexa meant what she said—hanging here always. I will appreciate that too.
“Damn. Damon’s back. I just hope the military gives him back his personal properties,” Alexa says.
“They seized it?” I ask.
“I think they did,” Alexa says.
I take in a deep breath as Alexa reduces the volume of the song, and I’m forever grateful.
UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 221 – 230
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