"Hey! Chelsea, look at me," Jaxtyn murmured against Chelsea's ears.
The only thing he got as a reply was a slow moan.
Well, they had been eating and drinking together then suddenly Jaxtyn's face changed. The wine Jaxtyn had carried in here was an alcoholic one. Chelsea never always drinks past half a glass before she goes drunk, but this, time since Jaxtyn and her had engaged in a small discussion, she passed her time drinking more of the liquid substance.
Each time Jaxtyn spoke to her, she sat there, staring at him as if she had lost her memory. Actually she has, and her sanity was now replaced with insanity. Unless Jaxtyn takes care of her, he can decide to make her life a mess if he wants to.
Of course, Jaxtyn is not a beast and would never take advantage of a lady, not even when she is drunk. He prefers to make love to a woman he knows, someone he will have to look in the eyes while drowning deep in her honey pot, at least, that will be nice, she will enjoy that so much, while he holds his on end.
"Leave me alone... I need money... why aren't you... oh my gosh! what's that?"
Chelsea muttered.
She said a lot of things but In a haphazard manner, nothing that came out of her mouth had any logical meaning especially when Jaxtyn could not make any link to her words.
Swirling his head, Jaxtyn tried to look at what she was showing, but unfortunately, he didn't see anything. That's it once more, the lady is drunk.
Actually, this is the hundred times Chelsea kept behaving like she didn't see Jaxtyn, and pretended like there was rather someone in the room. It ached his heart to know that such things exist in his room like someone else was in the room with them.
Jaxtyn had already cleared the pizza carton they had eaten and has now only removed the bottle of half-empty liquid.
The reason why she had consumed much is that the wine was made up of extra grape extract which was sweet, and the level of alcohol in it was elevated.
There is no way that Jaxtyn would have ever imagine that Chelsea was weak when it comes to alcohol level. Like seriously, she is a stripper, a professional one as she calls herself, then she would have guessed her alcohol limit already, knowing what to take, and to what extent.
Now, she is caught drunk, disrupting Jaxtyn's program. He invited her here for a night sex hire, but here she is, sleeping her a goat with her lips parted slightly.
She kept saying things that were off, it didn't make the least sense, and he also wanted to calm her down.
"I want to dance. Where is my pool? oh! I am the daughter of the pole, let me rock it till I can't anymore," she said slightly.
There was a glass of red wine in her hands as she lifted it towards the sky, ready to do a slow dance once more.
Jaxtyn was sharp to grab it before she pours the liquid from her hand, it wasn't an easy task.
"Chelsea, give it to me, please, just give it to me," Jaxtyn said whispering constantly.
It wasn't an easy task because Chelsea's hand was glued to the glass as she held it firmly. She probably didn't want to let you of it.
"It's mine, so don't think I wi give it back to you," she spat aggressively.
"Calm your lungs down, girl, I don't want the glass anyway, but just give it to me, you might wound yourself," he said to her.
She didn't want to listen to him, in fact, she felt like that was too much to listen to this man, and why should she? nope, that was definitely something she wouldn't do it.
Chelsea's reason was not constant, she didn't actually think about anything, her head hurt her so much, yet she could not justify why it did so.
In the end, after battling so much, he finally made it possible to remove the glass from the lady's hand without there remaining liquid in the glass spilling on the bed.
"You need some rest, Chelsea, you are drunk!" he spat directly at her face.
The reaction he got from Chelsea was a burst of hearty laughter or sounded more like a provocation, but deep in him, he knows that the lady wouldn't mock him, at least, not when she is drunk.
"Haha haha! you are too funny, drunk you say? how can I be drunk and still talk to you? that's impossible," she blurted out faintly.
The frustration that was plastered on Jaxtyn's face is evident, he knew that the lady doesn't mean any of these things, in fact, he knew that times are tough, and Chelsea getting drunk is normal.
This is actually the first time that Jaxtyn is actually having a drunk lady for the night, all his other ladies always drank as much as Chelsea had tonight, but had not gone drunk, they always maintained their sanity as much as possible, but here is Chelsea, a few glasses were gone and he now has to secure her because she is drunk, so Drunk that he might let her just sleep now.
There is no way he can even be aroused by a lady who is drunk. This is total madness and is never going to work that way with him, never.
"Chelsea, I think you should stop blabbing now and sleep," he said firmly, ordering her.
Even though Chelsea was drunk, she could not the urge of responding to Jaxtyn, she heard that part clearly, as refused to do as was commanded.
"That is a no! I am not blabbing, and moreover, I do not want to sleep. If you feel like sleeping, you can do it, but don't expect me to sleep with you too. That's going to be a sharp no from me," Chelsea exclaimed.