I should've let the night end after dinner. I was tired and knew I wouldn't have time to do any study tonight, which meant I needed to get enough to sleep to fit some in tomorrow before the gala. I didn't get a chance to get those words out though as we stepped out of the restaurant because Clarke was talking before I could even think of what to say.
"Let's go to a club," Clarke suggested.
I rolled my eyes a little. "How much wine did you drink with dinner?"
"Not enough," he smiled as he started to walk. "Not the point anyway. I wanted to show you Paris and what I do know in Paris, is clubs."
"Cause that's all you did last time you were here," I muttered as I followed him.
"Yes, actually, and it was fun," he informed me, "which is why we're going."
"Clarke-," I started to object.
"No," he said immediately, making sure I couldn't object. "You're coming with me and don't give me you don't go out, because if I remember correctly I argued with you in a club."
"I wasn't there by choice so much," I admitted.
I saw smile as he now walked in front of me. "Then I guess it's not different for you now."
I found myself following him realising I wasn't going to have too much choice. I mean for one, he wasn't letting me call the car, and if I did he could very easily cancel it, but I also realised that if I didn't go Clarke would go anyway and who knows what he would've done without me there. At the very least I could keep an eye on him.
He really did know what he was talking about when it came to the club. He picked on he had obviously been to before because the moment we walked in we were directed to the VIP area, it probably helped that he flashed some cash too and rattled off some french words that I didn't know. Ava's words came to ring in my head as I offered more alcohol. I was already buzzed from the wine from dinner and I knew a few more drinks would get me drunk.
I started to drink as Clarke drank two to my one. I watched him closely as he looked out to the crowd dancing before us. I suddenly remember who he was, and that he went to clubs and got drunk and slept with girls...a lot. Is that why we were here? It reminded me I needed to stay and keep an eye on him. So I continued to drink and started to dance a little when Clarke did too to try and enjoy myself at least.
"You know, most girls your age would be so excited that they're here," Clarke told me, talking directly into my ear so I could hear him over the music.
"Well I guess I'm not most girls," I shrugged slightly.
"Yeah, you're highly strung," Clarke laughed.
"Excuse me?" I said, looking directly at him.
"Don't get me wrong, I like your work ethic, I like how much effort you put into school and everything," Clarke told me, swaying a little from the alcohol, "but you're twenty-one, your young, you still you have your life. You don't have to be consumed by your job yet. Fucking enjoy it, Rory! Maybe you won't be so stressed out."
I wanted to argue, that was my first impulse, but before I did I found myself thinking about what he said. He wasn't the first person to tell me this. My ex-boyfriend said something similar when we broke up. Ava often stressed it to me, and Kieran but both them knew I liked to work and I liked school so they didn't force it, but that didn't mean they were wrong. So it didn't mean Clarke was wrong either.
"You want to see me have fun?" I asked Clarke, walking over to the table with our drinks on it and picking up one of the cups. "Watch me."
I sculled the drink immediately, all in one go and slightly regretted it, but knew it was what I wanted to do. I was in Paris, in a night club, and while the company wasn't exactly what I would normally have, it wasn't that bad. Clarke was smiling at me once I finished my drink and immediately poured me another drink from the bottle of vodka we had received in the VIP area.
Clarke and I got ourselves into a rhythm of drinking. Clarke made my drinks, and I knew why, it was so they strong. Once Clarke finished his drink he'd make his own and my mine which forced me to finish the one I was on. It got me drunk and quickly and Clarke drunk too. When I was drunk I wanted to dance, but not alone in the VIP section like weirdos, so I forced Clarke down on the dance floor.
I was very drunk at this moment, things were now spinning. I could barely make out anything around me expect Clarke, who was there to protect me. It was weird, I felt a pull towards him after the day we had shared like he actually cared, like he might not be the person I thought he was. I pushed myself closer to him to dance, which was made easy by the fact that were smashed between people anyway. He didn't seem surprise that I was close to him, and instead put his hands on my hips to dance along with me. It was without a doubt the closest Clarke and I had ever been, physically and maybe mentally been too... but it was about to get much closer.
I was always a little horny when I drank and I always wanted just a little more attention drunk, and Clarke was giving it to me right now. Our bodies were dancing together, grinding close to each other with every song. I had to admit to myself that tonight I was widely attracted to Clarke. I guess though the fact that I was always annoyed at him I was able to oversee his looks, but the truth was that he was hot. I knew he went to the gym because I saw it on his schedule and I knew that under this shirt he wore he was body would look good. My thoughts led me to touching his chest. I ran my hand down him, feeling his muscular peck and slight abs and then moved my hands back to his arms and I realised they were big too. Guess I was right about the gym.
As I did this I noticed Clarke looking me up and down. I meant I noticed that his eyes were green, something I had never thought to notice on him. It made me notice his strong jaw line as he clenched his teeth together. I noticed that his chestnut hair was slightly messy compared to how well it was nicely kept, but now it was sexy. I also noticed his lips, and the light pink colour they had right now and I realised I only noticed them because of how close he suddenly was.
I had been so distracted by his body that I hadn't noticed he had moved even closer to me, so close our lips were getting close together. My hands were up on his arms after I had been feeling his muscles, and I slowly moved it up towards his neck. Was I actually considering kissing Clarke right now? There was something oddly attractive right now, and something in me was pushing me towards him. I wasn't pushing away, I wasn't writhing in disgust. My body wanted him, I realised that quickly.
Clarke was extremely close to me now as I felt his hand slide down my back towards my ass. He was going to kiss me if I didn't anything to stop it. In fact, I wasn't doing anything to stop it> I wasn't exactly frozen either, I was just...confused. I couldn't stand Clarke, well that's how it had started it. He had made changes, changes that me feel better about him...but this was still Clarke Watson. Oh god, this would be so wrong.
I cleared my throat and moved myself away from Clarke. He put his hands down and seemed slightly surprised, and maybe even a little confused and I didn't blame him. I shouldn't have let it get that far.
"I...I need to get back to the hotel," I slurred a little bit, swaying. "I...need to get...some wo-work done tomorrow.
He nodded at me, and pulled his phone out to start texting. "I'll get the car...here. We can go."
"You don't have to go," I insisted, "if you're having fun, stay. I...I'm just too du-drunk. I need sleep."
He looked directly into my eyes after his sent the text trying to gage me. "Maybe I'll stay a bit longer. I...I don't have to be up til later tomorrow."
"Exactly," I said, patting his chest. "Have fun, I'm going to...wait outside."
I pushed my way out of the crowd and finally got outside the club. The fresh air hit me and also the fresh realisation that I was too drunk to have made any decision tonight. Clarke's car didn't take long to show up and it got me back to the hotel quickly where I originally planned to take a shower before I slept but the moment I hit the bed I passed out.
I awoke to sunlight streaming into the room I was in, and it hitting my eyes, causing me pain. I groaned and rolled away from it quickly only to realise any movement seemed to hurt my head. I groaned again as I attempted to look at the clock I knew was near the bed. It was already eleven in the morning. Great, I really needed to get out of bed and get some stuff before the gala tonight. I groaned again immediately at the thought of the gala. I definitely didn't want to go anywhere feeling like this, especially considering it was work.
I worked myself up to even fully opening my eyes, but when I did I realised how nice the hotel room was. The walls and ceiling were the old style European type, with gold borders, which made it look expensive. I realised my suitcase had been placed next to the nicest white wardrobe I had ever seen. The bed I was in was huge, a king sized bed and my god was it comfy. The mattress was soft but slightly springy, how I liked it, and the comforter was so soft and fluffy I just wanted to curl up in it. Never the less I forced myself in the bathroom that was just off my bedroom and realised the bathroom was just as fancy. All white the hints of gold and the shower had one of those high tech shower heads, one with a massage setting, which I took full advantage of.
Once I was out of the shower and dressed I felt a little better. My head was still a little sore but I didn't feel so gross, and I felt a little more clear headed, clear headed enough for last night to start to get come back to me. I grabbed my school work and made my way out into the main sitting area, which was not surprisingly at all, was just as fancy as the rest. I put my books down on the dining table and realised something else... Clarke wasn't around.
Oh god....Clarke and I....we almost kissed? This morning things felt a little like a blur. I couldn't remember everything clearly for sure. I remembered dancing with him as he gave me alcohol. I remember thinking about his body, maybe touching him a little and then being close to him and bailing out of there, but that was about it. I knew I had drank too much, but I also knew drunk me had no control and I appeared to have no control when it came to Clarke.
I was surprised at myself because I was sure I had no sexual thoughts about Clarke until last night. The truth was it was easy not to have those thoughts when you didn't like someone, and that was Clarke. I guess now that wasn't so true so was that why these thoughts were now creeping in? I shook my head a little as I decided during my hangover was no time to put that much thought into it. I mean, I was drunk and I got a little handy. Something that often happened to me when I was drunk. It was why I didn't like to get too drunk, because I got a little to promiscuous.
I realised I was starving and desperately needed food. I found the hotel phone and ordered room service, who informed me we had a full breakfast included and would be up in ten minutes. So I spread out my books and once the food arrived, I stuffed into it. It helped they brought up enough food to feed an army, because I was going to need a lot if I was going to get hung over me to do any study. Why, oh why did I let Clarke's 'you're no fun' speak peer pressure me into being drunk? Man, I could be an idiot sometimes.
I tried to focus on my work but with my head still pounding a little I decided to go on my phone for a bit instead. I was just scrolling through, reading the news and everything when something caught my eye. A social piece, a celeb gossip column with one name that made my heart drop, Clarke Watson. I immediately clicked on it to see that this story had only come out this morning and was title 'Watson, back to his old ways.' I dreaded reading any of it as I realised it was about him at the club last night. So, he got drunk and danced a lot, that's okay, not too news worthy...but I was wrong. As I scrolled through there were pictures and he wasn't alone in any of them. In one he had his arm wrapped around a blonde girl. In another a brunette, and in another both of them, and in the last him up against another girl, and it appeared very much so that he was kissing her.
I felt anger rush through me. Of course the moment I left he became the Clarke I knew and hit on three different girls, and that was just what was pictured. He hadn't changed, why the hell did I let myself think that? He didn't care about the company, he cared about the fame it brought him, and the attention. I bet he thought he could have more girls now he was a CEO.Well, I wasn't going to let my guard down again with him. He was Clarke Watson,the player and a dick, and was just my boss and I was just his assistant. It would never be anything else.