"Time to par-tay!" Ivy hollered, heading towards the party bus she had me order a few hours after the rehearsal dinner had ended.

Talia, Priya, Chantelle, and Caroline, Ivy's bridesmaids and some of our closest friends from high-school joined in with the bride-to-be. While I watched them with a smile.

I wasn't like my extroverted friends. I've always kept to myself. Which is why most people mistake my politeness as weakness.

And although I may not be like my friends, that doesn't mean I won't put someone in their place if need be.

We piled onto the bus filled with multicolored florescent lights, alcohol, and a half naked man thrusting his hips against the stripper pole stationed in the center.

I covered my eyes, blushing shyly at the handsome man dancing around in a hot pink speedo, secretly wishing I could be at home with Levi and Declan watching Finding Nemo.

The girls screamed, joining in with the overly buff male stripper, who began directing his thrusts towards Priya, who couldn't seem to get enough as she ran her hands down his smooth oiled chest.

Music blasted through the speakers, the driver bopping his head along to the music. I sat down, not drunk enough to get in on the fun the other girls were having. Ivy taking notice of my lack of participation, dances her way over to the mini bar.

She winks at me, in which I shake my head and she ignores me as she picks up one of the champagne bottles and proceeds to pour me a glass.

She fills the glass to the top, some of the beige colored drink splashing onto the electric blue dance floor. Making her way towards me, she wiggles her brows and smiles, shoving the drink in my hand.

I try to hand it back. "I'm not thirsty."

She refuses to accept the drink back. "It's time for fun Laurel to make an appearance."

"Are you insinuating that sober Laurel is boring?" I raise an eyebrow at my bestfriend.

"Yes. Yes, I am. Now drink up." Guiding the drink to my lips, I end up just saying "fuck it" and downing the sparkling wine. She along with the other girls clap and cheer, before dragging me onto the dance floor with them.

As time that I haven't been paying much attention to now that I've had quite a bit to drink passes, I find myself starting to let loose and actually having some fun. I'm enjoying myself, which hasn't been something I've experienced since my college days.

I'm having such a fun time despite how absolutely atrocious I look attempting to dance- and on beat. Ivy and Chantelle are watching in amusement, knowing that I've never had any kind of rhythm even when they tried teaching me several times over the course of our friendship.

Plopping my no rhythm having ass back on the leather couch, I drunkenly sway to the music as I sip my margarita through a penis shaped straw.

Ivy and Chantelle continue dancing, while Priya enjoys a lap dance from Denzel, the male stripper, and Talia remains passed out on the couch across from me with a pink dildo hanging out of her mouth.

I have no idea how it got there, but I'm going to go out on a limb and say that Ivy and Chantelle had something to do with it. They were always pulling pranks on everyone back in high school. And even then, poor Talia was always the one to fall victim to Ivy and Chantelle's childish pranks.

Finishing off my margarita, thoughts of Levi came into view. Being as I was drunk and feeling a slight bit horny, which always happens when I've had one too many, I grabbed my phone out of my clutch and scrolled through my contacts.

Upon finding Levi's name, I sent him a text that sober me would have never had the courage to do. I knew I was going to regret it in the morning and probably want to jump in front of a train as a result, but drunk me couldn't give two flying fucks at the moment.

I want you.

Teetering between white girl wasted and sober, I treated myself to another margarita and left my phone on the seat to continue dancing.

After more time had passed, we all finally calmed down so we could give Ivy our gifts. By then I had forgotten all about the text I sent Levi.

We were all laughing and enjoying ourselves as Ivy opened each of her gifts one by one. She received sex toys, lingerie, and more sex toys. Which is probably where the pink dildo that was still hanging out of Talia's mouth had come from.

After we were done with the gift portion of the party, we spent the rest of the evening playing a variety of games from Truth or Dare to Spin the Bottle, just to name a few.

During those two games alone I ended up making out with Priya and telling them about every interaction Levi and I had.

They wanted to know more, but thankfully, the party had ended and the driver dropped each one of us off at our respective destinations. Ivy was first, Beau being the one to help her into the house since his bachelor party had ended early. Then it was Priya, who invited Denzel to stay the night.

I was the last to be dropped off after Chantelle and Talia. Fumbling with my keys, I started giggling when I dropped them.

As I bent down to pick them up, the door opened. I looked up, Levi staring down at me. That's when I remembered the text message I sent him earlier.

Fuck.

I really hope he hasn't seen it. He squatted before me, his cologne drifting into my nose as he picked up my keys. "I got it."

When he looked into my eyes I stopped breathing, my heart feeling like it was beating on the outside of my chest. "P-Please don't fire me," I murmured, regretting the words that came out of my mouth immediately.

He stood up, grabbing my elbow as I staggered to my feet. His brows rose. "Why would I fire you?"

"Because of the text I sent you."

Damn it!

Why can't I just keep my big mouth shut?

"My phone's dead, so I don't know what you're talking about." I started to breathe again. If he hasn't seen it yet, then maybe I can delete the text before he gets a chance to see it. He pulled me inside, shutting the door. "Did you have fun at the party?" He asked, changing the subject, which I was so grateful for.

"Yeah. Maybe too much fun." My cheeks puffed up, bile rising in my throat. I ran to the nearest bathroom. Lifting up the toilet seat, I dropped to my knees and released every champagne glass, margarita, and jello shot that I had tonight into the toilet.

Gentle fingers pulled my hair out of my face as I groaned, wishing I could smell Levi's cologne again instead of the toilet water mere inches from my nose.

"You don't get out much, do you?"

"No," I moaned, both my head and my stomach aching from all that hard partying. Lifting my head out of the toilet, Levi used the scrunchie I gave him to tie my hair into a low bun.

Helping me to my feet, I shifted over to the sink and thoroughly rinsed my mouth out with water. "Where's Declan?" I asked after spitting the water into the sink and looking at him through the mirror.

"He's at Everett's for a sleepover. I wanted you to have the night off."

"So... we're alone?"

"Mhm."

I wasn't as drunk as I was moments ago, throwing up all that alcohol having sobered me up a bit. So with the last bit of drunken courage I had left, I slowly turned around and said, "I want you."

"Want me to what?"

"Fuck me," I said, blushing instantly after the vulgar words left my lips.

"No."

My mouth fell open. "No?" I repeated, not expecting that to be his answer.

"You're drunk, Laurel."

"I'm not that drunk," I muttered in disappointment.

He took a step forward, his fingertips lightly grazing my thigh and his lips pressed to my neck. "As much as I want to bend you over this sink," he breathed, "I'm not going to take you while you're drunk. That wouldn't be very gentleman of me. Besides, when I finally make you mine, I want you to remember everything I make your body feel as you cry out my name and no one else's."

I was breathing hard and having to brace myself up against the sink. I closed my eyes, biting my lip. My eyes flew open when I no longer felt his burning touch on my thigh and his soft lips against my neck. I blinked, every part of my hot aching body needing to be touched. To be satisfied.

I looked over, watching Levi walk out of the bathroom as if he didn't just set my whole body on fire and leave me to burn. "I'm going to sleep in my own room tonight. Because if I don't- I won't be able to keep my hands off you. Goodnight, Laurel."

He was gone before I could utter a response.

Sighing heavily, I went to my room and touched myself until my fingers grew sore and the thought of Levi bringing me pleasure was no longer on my mind.

When it didn't work, I switched hands and kept at it until my fingers were as stiff as a board and I couldn't move a single muscle without a wave of pain shooting through my hand and up my arm.

My phone chimed moments after I had finished. Enduring the pain, I grabbed my phone and unlocked it. My eyes widened at the screen, a text message from Levi.

I hope you thought of me as you touched yourself.

Not caring about the pain in my hands, I texted him back.

I did.

Good girl.

I'm pretty sure I died that night. At least it felt like how I imagined dying would be when your heart stops beating.

I didn't respond to his text after that. There was no way I could after the praise he just gave me.

And I happen to have somewhat of a fairly decent relationship with my father. I at least thought so. But after Levi's words, maybe I do have daddy issues.