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."

soldier. Takes

Must have a thing for guys in

raised their glasses, looking forward to the

cheerfully. Nothing made her happier than Wesley volunteering to pick her up. Wesley, however, just thought she was happy because she was

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

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 car open and was about to put her in the back seat so that she could

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 on all at the

the door with his foot and set her down

upright and waited for him to fasten the seat belt. Her head lolled a bit. It

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

"Uh huh."

Hartwell's car driving off. He

Inside Hartwell's Mercedes Benz

confusion, "Wesley's there. Why not pull

back seat. "I'm in no mood

slapped her thigh and exclaimed, "Whenever Blair's drunk, all she wants to drink is Wahaha. She can be kind

eyebrows

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

before. They had to admit

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

and left the parking lot. He turned onto the roadway and headed towards the Eastern Coastal

the corner, Blair pounced on him, held his waist and rubbed her face against his chest. She was still

lost control of the

"Y-yeah?"

called

with this. He needed

want to sleep with you