Chapter 318 Interruptions
Brad's grip got tighter and tighter. I could feel the shift in his body, and I knew things were spiraling out of control. If I didn't put a stop to it now, there'd be no turning back.
The kiss went from zero to a hundred real quick. All I could feel was the heat and intensity of his lips and breath, like he was setting me on fire. Dude was like a wild animal.
"Brad, if you keep kissing me like this, my lips are gonna be so swollen I won't be able to show my face. And my makeup? Totally wrecked. I'll have to redo it, and there's no time for that."
I started squirming in his arms, trying to get him to let go. The party was about to kick off, and we couldn't be late. But no matter how much I wriggled or tried to talk, Brad wasn't having it. What was I supposed to do?
Brad's arms were like a furnace, holding me close. Everything about him was familiar—the embrace, the scent, the kiss. He was the one I wanted forever. In that moment, I surrendered to it all.
My mind started to fog up. I stopped fighting, closed my eyes, relaxed, and let my tongue meet his.
Brad felt me giving in and kissed me even harder. His hand started unbuttoning my shirt.
If I pushed him away now, it'd be a total mood killer and just plain cruel. I mean, I'd already decided he was the one. Whatever he wanted, I was down.
I ditched my worries, and my body went all limp.
Brad slid one hand behind my back, bent down, and used the other to hook my leg, trying to lift me up.
Right then, the phone rang.
I snapped back to reality and grabbed Brad's neck.
Brad was about to lift me and toss me onto the bed, but the phone ringing made him freeze.
The sudden noise threw Brad off, and he almost dropped me. I let out a yelp. He quickly steadied himself, put me down, and made sure I was standing.
The phone was on the little cabinet next to us. Getting interrupted at such a crucial moment, I couldn't help but wonder if Brad's, uh, situation was okay.
I sneaked a peek at his crotch, saw everything was fine, then looked up at his face, only to get caught. He looked seriously pissed.
"Answer the phone, Brad. It's Professor Evans," I said.
Brad shot me a dirty look, took a few deep breaths to chill out, then grudgingly picked up the phone and answered with a grumpy "Hello."
Professor Evans said, "Why so upset? Not in the mood?"
Professor Evans could read emotions just from a voice. That was some next-level stuff.
I plopped down on the sofa, covered my mouth, and laughed, giving a thumbs up to Professor Evans for nailing it.
Brad, looking all flustered, ran his hands through his hair a few times, trying to keep his cool while talking to Professor Evans. "There's a party tonight. I'm getting ready at home."
"Is Jane there?" Professor Evans asked.
Brad replied, "Yeah, we're heading out together later."
Professor Evans dragged out his words. "Seems like I called at a bad time."
Brad's face turned red, and he awkwardly pressed his fist to his lips, coughing lightly.
After the call ended, the mood was totally shot.
I checked the time; we had less than an hour until the party.
Brad and I stood in front of the mirror, checking ourselves out.
Brad's shirt collar and chest were smeared with my lipstick. His lips were the worst, with even the skin around them stained. My hair was a mess, and my lipstick was mostly gone, thanks to Brad. I had to redo my makeup.
By the time I finished touching up, another twenty minutes had flown by. If we didn't leave soon, we'd be seriously late.
Brad's phone kept blowing up, probably people asking where he was.
When we finally got to the private room, most of the guests were already there. They greeted us with smiles and teased us for being late, saying we'd have to drink as a penalty.
There weren't many people; including us, there were thirteen—four women and nine men.
The food arrived quickly, and everyone started eating noisily.
Brad was the star of the show, so he kicked things off with a speech.
He got everyone to pour drinks and launched into a long speech about his journey, the hard work, the joy of seeing results, and his gratitude to everyone.
Everyone clapped, congratulated him, and we all drank together.
I sat on the side with a glass of orange juice, soaking in the warm and friendly vibes.
As the night went on, everyone started taking turns drinking with Brad.
I could tell this wasn't just about celebrating Brad's birthday; they wanted to make sure he drank a ton. Brad probably didn't go easy on them at work, so they were getting their payback tonight.
Brad didn't drink much usually, but he could hold his liquor. At least, I'd never seen him really drunk before. But even he couldn't handle eleven people taking turns making him drink.
Brad knew what they were up to and drank with everyone who toasted him.
Eventually, Brad started to feel it; his face turned red, his eyes got glassy, and he started slurring his words.
The female teacher came over for the third time to drink with Brad, said a bunch of nice things, and waited with a smile for Brad to toast.
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