Mikayla looks at him and frowns. “Um, no. But…” she taps her lips with her index finger before turning to me. “Let’s play a game. Let’s pick a woman for Jack!”
“Ah, hell no! One, that’s weird, and two, I do not need your help,” he says.
The waiter comes by, and we order more drinks and chocolate mousse for dessert.Mikayla is definitely drunk, and I’m not sure if I’m going to get lucky or get a girlfriend who passes out as soon as we get to the hotel.
When she tries to order a fourth drink, I look at our waiter with a death stare. I don’t even have to shake my head. When he walks away without taking her order, she turns and looks at me.
“I’m not carrying your drunk ass back to the hotel!” I argue.
“I’m no-not dr-drunk,” she slurs. Her eyes blink at me excessively. I grab her water and plop it down in front of her.
“Cheap date, drink this,” I suggest.
“Yo-you’re rude,” she says, pointing her finger at me.
“Jesus, she really is a lightweight,” Jack says.
“You didn’t know?” I can’t help but laugh.
“We’ve never drunk together like this!” he says, his arms outstretched. “Three drinks…” he shakes his head. “Hey, Micky, can you feel your lips?” he asks, a huge grin on his face.
“Fuck—you,” she answers, pointing her finger at him. She’s a little too loud for this establishment.
“Shh!” Jack says, holding his finger to his lips as he laughs at her.
“I want another drink,” she whines, looking around for our waiter.
“And I want a girlfriend capable of consenting,” I say, shaking my head at her.
“I don’t know if I should be grossed out or grateful,” Jack says, his upper lip curled.
I look over at the bar and see two women staring over at our table. When I look over, one girl smiles and waves at me. I grab Mikayla’s hand and kiss it. The woman frowns.
In a silent conversation, I lift my chin and point it at Jack, and her eyes dart to him. She shakes her head but elbows her friend and points at Jack.
“I think I’m gonna take Mick back to the hotel,” I announce after I sign for the bill. Jack tried to pay, but I’m not having it.
“Okay,” he says, about to move out of the booth.
“You should stay,” I say, my voice low.
Mikayla is far too drunk and isn’t paying attention to us as she looks around the restaurant. I hope the walk sobers her up.
Jack quirks a brow at me, and I smirk. I jut my chin over to the woman at the bar. She’s young, black hair and big blue eyes. She’s holding her drink to her lips and sipping from the straw, her cheeks pink. I don’t know whether she’s drunk or embarrassed. She’s definitely not as forward as the blonde friend beside her.
“Let’s go, lush.” I extend my hand to Mikayla.
“Keep talking to me like that and you won’t be getting any tonight,” she says, again, too loudly. I can’t help but chuckle as the couple sitting behind us looks over, eyes full of scorn on their faces.
Jack sits backand puts his arm over the back of the booth.
“Have fun,” I say, lightly punching his shoulder before dragging Mikayla out of the restaurant.
Chapter Forty-One
Mikayla
I’m wasted! I never drink like this, ever! Well… I look over at Caine and giggle at the memory. The first time I met him, I got a little tipsy, but nothing like this. But in my defense, I’m enjoying myself, I’m not driving, and I trust Caine. What’s he going to do, fuck me? God, I hope so!
