ON HOLD
he pulls back with a smirk, then whispers in my ear with a smile in his voice, "ready, dear?"
i can barely form words, but i manage to choke out a small 'yes.'
"yes, what?" asher smiles devilishly, tilting my head up with his pointer finger...
"yeah, she just left me a whole ass bottle of wine to drink by myself" i say, spread out like a starfish on my bed with my phone laying next to my head.
"did you drink all of it?" pip asks from the facetime call.
i shake my head no, even though she can't even see me.
"i only had one glass when i first got back just to try it. i was planning on waiting til later to down it."
sure, wine is the kind of thing you're supposed to just sip.
but it's been a long day.
"it's already 7pm, what are you waiting for?"
i sigh dramatically and roll off the bed, landing in a crawling position on the ground before standing up.
"i need to change out of these clothes first" i say tiredly.
walking over to my bag, i pick out a big t shirt and black shorts to wear for the night.
i have no idea when everyone is coming back, so hopefully i can sneak downstairs and back up really quick without anyone being there to judge me.
i don't mind if pierre sees though. he'll get it.
if i were him, i'd probably end up chugging their expensive alcohol in a closet every day.
"i'm gonna go for now, pippers."
"heard. goodnight."
i say goodbye and end the call, and see i missed a text as i throw my shirt over my head.
asher 'did u drink all of it' 6:22pm
why is this what everyone thinks of me?
i'll just take it as a compliment at this point.
aria 'abt to' 7:16pm
before he can respond, i get a message from the groupchat.
fab five jack 'looking like we're gonna be here a little longer than expected' 7:17pm
fantastic.
once i get to the kitchen, i snatch my used glass sitting on the island and the wine bottle from the watered down ice bucket it's been sitting in and quietly dart back upstairs.
i shut my door behind me and pull the cork out of the bottle with my teeth on the way to my bed, then pour a full glass.
to be clear, i could live off this shit. rich people alcohol is absolutely scrumptious.
i get a notification on snapchat, and upon opening the app, i get reminded of one thing.
something i should have done forever ago.
going into the search bar, i search isaac's name and block his nasty ass.
done.
the snap i received was from asher, replying to the streaks snap i sent out earlier.
it's a picture of him in his bed, head relaxed on his arm folded behind him. he used a filter that says 'hot stuff' on the cheeks.
hot stuff, huh?
i'm feeling impulsive.
i walk back over to my bag and gather an... interesting outfit.
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