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 dedication to

Must have a thing

other and then raised their glasses, looking forward to the burn of the alcohol

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

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

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 door of his

the back," she mumbled drunkenly. "I wanna sit next to you." 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

to close the door with his foot and set her down in the passenger seat.

sit upright and waited for him to fasten the

kiss. "Wesley, you're so good to me." Wesley was stunned for a bit, not knowing how to react. Then he pulled her

"Uh huh."

off. He didn't wait around to watch, and got in the driver's

Inside Hartwell's Mercedes Benz

confusion, "Wesley's there. Why not pull up and say

his eyes and leaned against the back seat. "I'm in no

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

cravings, Hartwell rubbed his aching eyebrows and then held

could drink, certainly. But she'd erupt into tears and get kind of abusive when

this before. They had to admit that

suddenly became better. 'Ha! She's his problem now. He'll

parking lot. He

her face against his chest. She was still belted in, straining against the limits of the seat belt. "Wesley..."

and almost lost

"Y-yeah?"

she called

was growing rather bored with this. He needed to

want to sleep with you