Chapter 51 Drunk
RORY POV
I looked like a fucking whore in my dress.
The clothes in my closet were all princess royal things, beautiful and expensive and completely useless for a club. So I ordered online with one of the black cards and what arrived left my mouth hanging open.
Cheetah print silk dress, with thin spaghetti straps. The length was a joke-it barely covered my ass. I tried to complain to the courier that it wasn't my size, but they told me to check the tag; it was meant to fit this way. The neckline was dangerously low, my tits held up only by a delicate lace inset that was practically see-through. From the nipples down, it was silk, but the rest? It was an invitation.
I tried wearing a bra, but it looked ridiculous.
The rebellious part of me-the part Alexander had woken up last night-wanted to do this. I'd always wanted to feel this powerful.
Jane was a total girl's girl. She helped me with heavy, dark makeup that made me almost unrecognizable and curled my hair into wild waves. "Good luck," she whispered, winking at
me.
I took one last look in the mirror. I reached out, slid my wedding ring off, and tucked it into the bottom of my bag. Who the hell goes to a club with a wedding ring?
I headed out, only to move two steps before bumping straight into Rosemary. I startled, my heart jumping into my throat, but I recovered quickly. I couldn't look suspicious.
"Where are you going, ma'am?" she asked, her eyes raking over me like I was a clown. Or
worse.
"I'm going out," I said, flinging my hair over my shoulder.
"I'm sure the boss didn't agree to this. You can't leave, ma'am-and definitely not dressed like that. It's not proper for a married woman.
For Alexander Miller's wife." She scoured at me huffing.
"Since when do you care about me, Rosemary? You don't like me, remember? Let's keep it that way. And for your information, my husband knows I'm going out." | lied through my teeth, the adrenaline making me bold.
"Alexander told me to look after you. I'm doing my job, it's not about liking you. He wouldn't allow this insolence." Her voice was stern, like iron. She rubbed her forehead, and for a second, I felt bad for giving her such a hard time. But only for a second.
"Should we confirm with Luke? The second-in-command?" I smirked, fishing my phone out.
I hadn't gone into this blind. I'd called Luke earlier and told him I was leaving and that the guards were to let me pass without a word to Alexander. He'd told me "that won't be happening" and tried to hang up-until l threatened to tell his boss about him sleeping with Vivienne. He went silent so fast I almost laughed.
The phone rang, and Luke picked up. I handed it to Rosemary. He told her, his voice tight, that she shouldn't worry and to let me go. She sighed, practically shoving the phone back into my chest.
"See? Should've listened to me," | said, turning on my heel.
"Wait," Rosemary called out. She disappeared into a side room and came back, pressing a small canister into my hand. "Pepper spray. If anyone tries to touch you, you spray them in the eyes."
My heart warmed at the gesture. I wanted to say thank you, but I just grabbed it, said "Bye," and walked out.
The club was in full, chaotic swing. The air reeked of expensive smoke, sweat, and spilled liquor. Bodies were grinding everywhere. There were male and female strippers on platforms, and to my surprise, I saw women my size dancing and having the time of their lives.
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the stares. Men were looking at my breasts and my thighs with hungry eyes. I heard one whisper, "Damn, look at those tits." | felt self-conscious for a split second before two girls approached me.
"You should join us over there," a red-haired girl said, gesturing to a booth. "Men are shitty.
Don't be around these disgusting pigs."
I laughed. Men were shitty. Except Alexander... he made me feel too good.
I followed them back to their base. The green-haired girl passed me a shot. I looked at it weirdly, | wasn't a drinker but this was part of the experience. I downed it. Then another.And another.
By the time we started playing games, I was spinning. We played a game where the loser got a drink poured on them. I lost. I felt the cold, sticky sting of vodka drenching the silk of my dress. The fabric turned translucent, clinging to my skin. My nipples went cold and hard instantly, the outline of my breasts showing clearly through the wet silk.
"Fuck! I'd kill for those tits!" a guy nearby shouted. I instinctively covered myself with my hands.
"Come on, girl, show them off! They're perfect," the red-haired girl cheered, handing me another drink. I unhooked my hands, grabbed the glass, and downed it. My head was swimming. I felt incredible.
My whole body felt warm and loose and free in a way it never did. I felt good. Genuinely, completely good.
"Let's dance!"
We hit the platform. They started swaying, rocking their bodies to the heavy bass. They stopped when they realized I was just standing there.
"I don't know how to dance like that," | slurred.
It wasn't totally true, I could move in my room alone-but here?
"Follow my lead." She bent slightly and swayed forward then back. I copied her. Then again. And then something clicked and I stopped thinking about it and my body just moved, swaying to the front and back, my hips finding the rhythm, our bodies close, my wet dress clinging to everything.
I grabbed the pole and twisted around it, my hair sticking to my face, my body rolling with the beat, and for the first time in my life I didn’t care who was looking.
“Hey sexy,” a voice came from behind me. A man’s mouth close to my ear. “How much for a night?”
I was too far gone in the moment to even respond. I just kept dancing.
He didn’t leave. He circled me, getting closer, his hand coming toward my ass as I bent forward—
The red haired girl slapped his hand away before it landed.
“Get away from her you dirty pig,” she said.
He hissed and disappeared.
I gave her a grateful smile. It felt so weird to have people being nice to me. I wasn't treated like this back home. She joined me, dancing close, and suddenly her hands reached out and grabbed both of my boobs at once.
"Oh!" I gasped. I was so drunk I almost forgot where I was.
She squeezed them together, grinning. "These are so handy," she said, jingling them.
I pushed back, letting my breasts fall from her palms. My legs swayed, and I almost fell on my ass. "Sorry... I can't... I'm actually married," | slurred.
Her eyes widened. "Sorry! I didn't see a ring.
My bad for overstepping." She looked just as drunk as I was. Before I could tell her it was okay, she had already turned around and was locking lips with another girl against the wall.
Everything was happening so fast. My phone dinged in my bag-Rosemary. Five missed calls.
The old woman knows no fun. Two more drinks, I told myself. Just two more, and then I'll leave.