True Love Waits

Chapter 613 I Want To Drink Wahaha

When she heard what Hartwell said, Blair was stunned. 'What does he mean?' She turned to look at Joslyn, but her friend just shook her head and looked back with innocent eyes. "I didn't tell him," Joslyn said with a shrug.

"Stop it! Whose car are you riding in?" Hartwell repeated his question. He knew Blair was playing dumb.

"I want to come with you," Blair said in a low voice.

Hartwell took a deep breath and fought off the impulse to roll his eyes. "You asked Wesley to pick you up. Why ride with me? Just take his car."

Wesley was confused. 'Blair didn't call me to pick her up! Sounds like she didn't call Hartwell either. And he's only here to pick Joslyn up.'

Blair nodded her head obediently. She was so tired her eyes kept closing involuntarily. She was micro-napping and wanted nothing more than a bed. "Fine, I'll go with him. Have a safe drive." She grabbed her purse and got to her feet.

A moment later, she regretted it. Her head spun, and she was so drunk she couldn't feel her legs. She staggered and fell forward.

Luckily, Wesley was quick. He pulled her into his arms, preventing her from falling to the floor.

Blair held onto Wesley's arms and tried to get her footing. After all, Hartwell was still here. But her efforts were for naught. She was like a fawn, trying to stand for the first time. Her legs were shaky, and couldn't hold her.

Wesley had no choice but to scoop her up in his arms. He nodded at Hartwell and said, "Don't worry. I'll get her home safe."

Hartwell hesitated. It was not that he didn't believe him, but Wesley was a man, and Blair was drunk. People get stupid when they're drunk. Hartwell suggested, "How about you drive Blair to my place?" Joslyn tugged at Hartwell's sleeve. "What does Blair think?"

Blair struggled to open her eyes. "Muh-my place," she slurred. She was so tired and drunk she could barely manage speech.

Hartwell still wanted to say something, but Joslyn nudged him. They could stay there all night arguing, or just let them go.

Although the other guys in the room didn't want to let Joslyn and Blair leave, they didn't speak up. Hartwell and Wesley were pretty domineering, and it was not the time to get in between them when they were butting heads. They watched as Wesley left the room, holding Blair in his arms. Joslyn and Hartwell decided to take off as well.

The moment the four of them were out of sight, the rest began to gossip among themselves. "So Blair does have a boyfriend."

Takes some

Must have a thing for

forward to the

so happy, Wesley," she said cheerfully. Nothing made her happier than Wesley volunteering to pick her up. Wesley, however, just thought she was happy because she was rip-roaring drunk. "Okay. Maybe you shouldn't drink like this," he said. "It's

he was going to pick her up when she was drunk, then she'd gladly

comfortably in his arms like a docile sheep while he walked towards the parking lot. Her ear was close to his chest. She closed her eyes and listened to his strong heartbeat. Wesley thought she might be asleep, so he pulled

The bratty charm was obvious in her voice, as if you could see it. His breathing came in short gasps. He was getting annoyed and turned on all at the same

her down in the passenger seat. "There. Let me get you

waited for him to fasten the seat belt. Her head lolled a bit. It was definitely late for

and gave him a kiss. "Wesley, you're so good to me." Wesley was stunned for a

"Uh huh."

car driving off. He didn't wait around

Inside Hartwell's Mercedes Benz

in confusion, "Wesley's there. Why not pull

leaned against the back seat. "I'm in no mood to talk to

she slapped her thigh and exclaimed, "Whenever Blair's drunk, all she wants to drink is

weird cravings, Hartwell rubbed his aching eyebrows and then held Joslyn's hand in his. "They'll

she could drink, certainly. But she'd erupt into tears and get kind of abusive when she couldn't lay her hands on

before. They had to admit that it

'Ha! She's his problem now.

this, started the engine and left the parking lot. He turned

chest. She was still belted in, straining against

and almost lost control of the

"Y-yeah?"

she called

He was growing rather bored with this. He needed to get her

sleep with you