As I was dancing, I felt someone's hands on my waist.
I turned immediately and I realised it was Calvin from earlier.
Why did he feel comfortable enough to hold me like that? If Jackson saw that he would've killed him.
"Hi sexy!" He greeted, clearly intoxicated.
"Oh wow hi Calvin!" I greeted trying my best to sound as sober as possible.
"You dancing alone I see? Waiting by for me huh mamacita?" He asked in a flirty, but filthy tone.
"You're very flirty!" I tried yelling over the music.
"And you're very sexy mama! Where are you heading to after this!I can show you a good time if you leave with me baby!"
What does this man take me for?
Does he not know I'll literally kill him right here and sleep like a baby tonight.
Jackson's POV
I know you're probably wondering where I am while all this is happening. I'm watching very carefully so I know just how slow and painful his death should be.
I also needed her to learn not to trust strangers because I've noticed she is always so trusting.
I'll step in if he oversteps to a point where I can see she needs help. Men need to normalise training their beautiful trusting women to not be so trusting of everyone. One of the best things you can do for your girl is teach her how to detect danger early.
I noticed he kept leaning very closely to her ear trying to keep his balance, and as soon as I saw her leaning back in discomfort, I immediately rushed over to her.
When I reached them I noticed she injected him with poison, and was trying to keep him upright.
What the actual…?
This woman is so unhinged, but I can't help but admire that she knows how to defend herself even if she puts herself in these situations blindly sometimes.
"You need help?" I asked slinging his one arm over my shoulder.
"Yeah! He touched my waist when greeting me and I didn't like it!" She yelled.
I could tell she was quite buzzed, but alert at the same time. That's good. Time to get Calvin in the lake and Bel home.
The security at this club works for me so I simply handed Calvin over to them without Bel realising, then I lifted her over my shoulder and carried her to the car.
"Why are you carrying me like a sack of oranges? Are you saying… I'm obese…and I need to eat my fruits more!"
I almost tripped out of shock and the laughter I was trying to keep in.
"Helloooo! Mr security...curly-haired...handsome man guy! I'm talking to you!"
I'm literally dying from laughter.
"Bel can you shut up? We're almost reaching the car and you're causing a scene." I couldn't help but laugh at how adorable she was, and at the fact that she thinks I'm handsome.
"You're so strict!" She yelled for the last time as I put her in her seat, and buckled her seatbelt.
She's never hearing the end of this, because what happened to miss too tough to crack?
I started the car, and immediately felt her hand in my hair.
"Umm...what are you doing?" I asked, genuinely confused. I'm mostly confused because I actually liked her fingers in my hair.
"I like your curly hair. It's so soft…and soft…and not hard…and stuff"
Belinda Knight you are quite an interesting character when you're buzzed.
Nobody touches my hair but I decide to allow her for some reason.
It felt nice.
As soon as I pulled into our driveway, I heard her desperately trying to open the door, but I put a child lock on it in case she rolled out the car while feeling spontaneous tonight.
I rushed out and opened it for her, she then sped past me and ran straight to the bathroom.
Someone definitely had a lot to drink. Starting the night with wine wasn't a good idea.
I quickly made her a mix to drink, so she was able to hydrate and feel better after throwing up.
"Are you alright in there Bel!" I called out to no response.
I'm assuming she passed out so I fix her bed for her before heading to the bathroom.
When I got there, I was shocked by what I saw.
Definitely not what I expected.