Chapter 17: In which she makes a drunken confession.

"Okay...so, you and your 'boss'/boyfriend had a moment, where you basically tongue fucked each other, but then he stopped 'cause he wanted to punish you for teasing his former best friend in front of him....and you consider that a good thing? Then why are we in a bar, drowning in your sorrow?"
"Because I did something really, really horrible!" I whined, vodka in hand and head lying on the table at an awkward angle. Was that why my neck was hurting?
"And what might that be?" Nikki said, flipping her gorgeous apple red hair over her shoulder and bringing her Bloody Mary to her plush red lips and taking a sip.
I think a guy in the back just fell off his stool trying to have a glimpse of the beautiful redhead sitting next to me.
Nikki had, surprisingly, taken her time to get dressed in a short black dress with lace sleeves. She had her hair down in loose curls and had highlighted her makeup with glossy red lips and was wearing red heels to complete the look. She looked completely different from the sweet, kind girl I know. Nope, today she was totally smoking sexy. I'm sure every male in the club would agree with me, but Nikki didn't seem to notice them at all. Me, on the other hand, still had my light pink shirt and black jeans on, my hair however, was down and in a total mess from running my hands through them plenty of times to uproot a few strands.
After I had finished work today, I had called Samuel and told him to proceed with the plan and that Nathan had agreed to buy the shares that he had threatened one of the major shareholders to sell to him after finding some illicit videos of the shareholder and his sixteen year old niece. Even thinking about it made me cringe, so I hadn’t asked Sam anything else about how he got his blackmail material. Samuel, as expected, had been delighted, but that made the guilt weigh down even more heavily on my heart.
So I did the only thing I could think of. I called Nikki and asked her for a drink. And since then, I had drowned my sorrow in a good few shots of vodka. To say that I was a tad bit tipsy, would be an understatement. I was dead drunk. And in that drunkenness, I confessed to Nikki my deepest, darkest secrets.
"Vincent McKenna tricked my mother. He wanted a son. He didn't care about mom. He took Sam away from us. He let mom die. He didn't treat her cancer...he didn't come to save her. Didn't let Sam come! We won’t forgive him! We won't let him get away!" I cried drunkenly.
Nikki listened to my rant seriously, but didn't say anything till I was finished. Then she put her drink down and sighed.
"You aren't doing anything wrong Sav, he deserves it for abandoning you and your mother like that, when you both needed him the most. As for your boss/boyfriend, he gets a good working company and a lab. What else could he ask for in such a good deal?"
I tried to listen, be sober and understand the meaning behind it. And somewhere deep down inside my dowsed brain, it did register what she just told me and it lifted some of the guilt off my chest. As to how much of this I would remember tomorrow morning? I had no fucking clue!
"Thank you!" I sniffled and then, I did the unthinkable...I started crying.
Well...wailing should be more appropriate, as I threw my arms around Nikki and cried my heart out on her precious black dress, which from the texture of it, was no cheap clothing.
But Nikki, like the good friend she is, pulled me in for a tight hug. "It's okay baby girl, cry all you want, just don't fall asleep!" She said, petting my back, my hair.
And like the good friend that I am, I did exactly that.
One second I was beating all the babies in the world in a fussing competition and the next thing I knew…I was falling into a dreamless sleep.

Nikki's P.O.V:
"Damn! And right after I warned her too!" I said, shifting Savannah so that she was lying her head on my lap while still sitting on her chair. She's gonna have a really bad back ache if she doesn't shift her position or find a couch.
"Having trouble, beautiful?" My first instinct was to tell the brat exactly how 'beautiful' I can get when pissed, until I recognized the voice.
"Hell yeah, I am! Now be a darling and get her to my car, will you? I'll take her home." I said getting up from my stool as my boyfriend of five years, Lyric Claymore, took Savannah off my lap and into his arms.
The pang of jealousy I felt was unnecessary, especially since I knew how much he loves me, but hey! I'm a possessive woman, so cut me some slack!
"Do you have her keys?" Lyric asked me as he placed Savannah on the back seat of his car.
"Shit! No!" I hadn't thought of that at all.
"Then where are we gonna take her? You know I'm not letting anyone spoil tonight, right? It's been ages since we got to spend alone time together." Lyric said, his eyes holding some wicked, wicked promises for tonight. It made me shudder in anticipation and I actually debated dropping Savannah off to the closest motel so I could be on my merry date.
I was being a horrible friend, I know, but when it came to a choice between my man and my friend…I’d choose my man over anything. And then an idea hit me!
"I know a place she'll be more than happy to be. Drive away, lover boy!" I said as he laughed and kissed the back of my hand, before starting the engine.
Let’s just hope she doesn’t sleep talk or her night was gonna get so much worse than she could ever have anticipated.