Chapter 41

She rolled her eyes, but I could see a smile tug at her lips. She walked over to the island in the middle of the kitchen where Connor was pouring 5 tequila shots. I joined them at the island, my eyes sneaking glances at her every few seconds. “He’s going to puke again tonight.” Faith grimaced, referring to Connor wielding the alcohol and downing it like it was water. “Just make sure you jump out of the way this time.” Drake informs her, laughing at some memory I was unaware of. He turns to me “Last time young Connor here got a little silly and puked up the bar he inhaled all over Faith’s shoes.” I snorted with laughter, and Connor looked at her apologetically but I could see he was trying not to laugh. I snuck another glance at Faith, and as I grabbed my shot glass I suddenly felt Chris’s gaze on me, making me shift uncomfortably. I don’t know why he was looking at me like that suddenly but I just shook it off. “Happy 20th birthday pal, here’s to a goodnight!” Drake toasted, and I could see the brotherly relationship he felt for Connor. They were partners after all; they must have become good friends over the years. We all take the shot and slam the glasses back on the table. “So the plan by the end of the night is for all of us to have a lover in our beds, hopefully mine will have double DD’s and junk in that trunk.” Connor informed us all, and then turns his head back to Faith “That includes you sweetheart.” I was the only one to notice her eyes snap to me for the slightest minute before she replied to him. “I’d rather buy a vibrator.” She replies, and I raise my brows as I notice her words directed at me slightly. “Why spend your money on that when you can have the real thing?” I querie, leaning on the counter and looking more interested. The corner of her mouth tugs up “Because a vibrator won’t stick around to ruin your morning.” I hear the guys ‘ohhhh’s’ at her comeback, and I cock my brow at her smiling face. “You can cut the sexual tension with a knife.” Drake whispers to Connor, who nods in agreement. Chris is still boring his eyes into mine and Faith’s exchange, but he doesn’t look like he is ready to laugh. Faith drags her eyes away “I still don’t like the fact we’re going to Watford, why can’t we just go out around here?” Connor and Drake groan at her whining, before Connor walks over and grabs her shoulders, looking her dead in the eye. “Woman, just for one night think fun and not targets. Okay?” “I don’t always think targets!” she defends “I’m just saying if we come across anyone that I may have to kill tonight I don’t want to have to hold your hair back as you puke up your liver!” Connor smirks slightly as he thinks something over. Then as quick as a flash he picks Faith up as she lets out a scream and flings her over his shoulder, turning to us “Grab your shit and lets go while I have her restrained!” I barely notice what he said as I was too busy staring at just how short that white dress was since her behind was pointing at us over Connors shoulder. I couldn’t help but wonder if I played my cards right tonight, I would be able to remove those white lacy panties... “Connor if you value your testicals you will put me down now!” Faith screams on his shoulder. “I do value my testicals and I appreciate them every day of my life, so I will have to apologise to my balls in advance for putting them at such risk.” Connor retorts and heads for the door with us in pursuit. His tone was calm and confident, but judging by how fast he was walking he was clearly worried she would angle her foot the right way and kick one of his testicals clear off. He was out the door before we were and his womanly shriek of agony told me she had managed to angle her foot the right way, meaning Connor was be in need of testical surgery sometime soon. ** “Can I have a beer please?” I yelled to the bartender over the loud music of the club. The strip club. It was just gone 11pm and it was safe to say Connor was enjoying his birthday, considering he has exceeded his daily alcohol limit by at least a thousand. We had hit a few local clubs around Watford until we decided that it was time to hit the strip club. The podiums had girls in such little clothing it was borderline indecent grinding up against the poles, and the dance floor in the middle was filled with people moving to the music. I turn around and lean on the bar; looking at the dance floor and to my surprise I was more interested in looking at the beauty in white rather than the hot topless girls doing some impressive gymnastics on a metal pole. I smile as I look at her dancing with Connor and Drake, laughing as Connor does some sort of weird running man impersonation. She looks so carefree, which was refreshing to see considering this is the most relaxed I have seen her since the day she came crashing back into my life. And how glad I was that she did. “She’s not the same girl she once was you know.” Chris’s voice cuts through as I look at the dance floor, and I turn my head to see him leaning next to me on the bar and looking over to where I was gazing mere seconds ago.