26. Drinks, Drake and Dinners

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Drake had substituted his usual extravagantly elegant suits to a casual fit which had somehow sharpened his looks; adding a bit more attractiveness on him. With hands pushed down his pockets, a smirk dancing on his lips, he stared down at the two ladies; his eyes briefly meeting Sasha’s before holding Nadia’s gaze captive.

“Actually, we are good, Drake,” Sasha answered, cutting down the silence that had engulfed them despite being in a club.

Ignoring Sasha, he settled down on the seat next to Nadia, “How have you been Nadia? It’s been a while,”

Nadia reached for a lemon piece and squeezing the juice on her tongue, her expression remaining indifferent, “Not that its any of your business but I’m doing fine. And well, if you are buying the drinks, you better buy the dinner too. I’m not drinking on an empty stomach,”

“Nadia,” Sasha called, a bit of curtness and reprimand in her tone.

“Look, we are already out, aren’t we? Drake is offering to buy the drinks. So why not have a little fun at his expense?” Maybe Nadia was a little too mad at Collins but that didn’t mean she was going to let a chance to burry her worries through alcohol, just go by.

“There is a restaurant downstairs,” Drake leaned back on his seat, not bothering to hide his own victorious smirk, “They can bring whatever you order up here. Just tell me what you want to eat,”

“You know what? Screw it. I’d kill for some good roasted chicken right about now,” Sasha said, shaking her head, “So who are we calling to place the orders?”

The smirk on Drake’s face only deepened as he signaled for a waitress. The two women placed their orders and with specific instructions along with a hefty tip from Drake, the waitress left. Barely two minutes later, Christian came back, the smile on his face faltering on seeing another man on the table.

“Oh, hello there,” He began rather awkwardly, his questioning gaze darting briefly between the women before returning to the new man, a protective air swirling around him.

“No need to get jealous big boy. I’m not after your girl,” Drake pointed out, the smugness not hidden from his voice and face. Ugh! Sometimes it was just so hard to forget you hate the hybrid. With a condescending attitude like that, it was much easier to hate him.

“I’m certainly not jealous,” Christian was quick to deny, sitting down while his hand found its way over Sasha’s, making the latter giggle. Yeah, certainly not jealous.

“He is Drake. Drake, this is Christian,” Nadia introduced before her gaze was reduced to a warning glare at Drake, “And be nice,”

Drake raised his hands in mock surrender, “Fine. I won’t drain his veins,”

“What the-“

“He is only joking,” Sasha interjecting, sending a warning glare to the hybrid before turning back to Christian,. “Don’t mind him. He has a sick sense of humor,”

“Whatever makes him happy. Anyway, I ordered us some drinks and well ladies, prepare to have the night of your life. You are going to be literary blown away. I know I don’t look it but I could Hella fun,”


“I doubt that,” Drake countered, loud enough but upon getting a glare from Nadia, something she seemed to be doing quite a lot tonight, he added, “You can’t have the two ladies to yourself,”

“Huh,” Christian said just as their food orders arrived, “Wait, you guys ordered something to eat? I promised everything is on me tonight,”

It didn’t take long for Nadia to figure it out. For someone only meant for casual sex, Christian was trying way too hard to get Sasha’s attention. Well, at least someone was trying. She wished she could say the same about Collins. Worst part of it all? She hated how she found herself thinking about their fight. It irked her to say the least.

Dinner was soon followed by drinks and mild chatter then some dancing. The hours seemed to move by slowly, but not on the same pace as the drinks. Nadia wanted to get real fucked up tonight. Knowing that the little fight she had with the man she was in love with could potentially be the end of something that would be great, dominated every single part of her brain. She’d written novels, heck, lived one briefly for a moment but none of it, not even her wildest imagination, could prepare her for this.

“Hey, are you really alright?” Drake questioned, standing a little too close.

Fuck! She was so damn drunk. She raised her gaze, looking at him. Were his eyes always this beautiful or was it just the club lights? And when did he get so tall?

“You are so fucking wasted, aren’t you?”

She swallowed, feebly attempting to reach for water but even draining the entire glass didn’t help at all. Instead, she turned her attention back to Drake, “Where is my douche bag of a brother? I know you are close to him,”


“Adrian is not in town,” He answered simply, “We need to get you home,”

“Home?” she laughed, repeating rather drunkenly, “Home? Where the fuck is home? I mean, my brother is a fucking psycho and the man I love wants me to drop my entire fucking life for him. Does he know how hard I worked to get there? It was me and the cold night and sometimes empty stomach. It was me not getting enough sleep just to get to where I finally am and he wants me to drop it all for him? How anymore fucking selfish could he be? He grew in a rich family with clothes and warmth. He doesn’t know what its like to get to where I’m right and he wants to take that away from me,”

“Then why are you still with him?” Drake questioned, “I could let you live the life you choose. I know I look like I’m the fucking villain in your story but believe me, I’m the one man that would make you the happiest in this world. I would bring the whole fucking galaxy to its knees if I have to,” He was standing close enough to kiss her, “Nadia, all you have to do is say yes to me and I’ll show you just to what lengths I’d go to keep that smile on your pretty face,”

That was the last thing Nadia remembered from that night. The rest of it was a blur.