Monique decided that she’d keep the events of what had happened to her cousin secret. Besides, if Robin felt that she had come out of the incident as the victor instead of the victim, who was she to say she hadn’t. Robin was a different kind of woman than Monique, because she would have never tried to push a man hard enough to make him react violently. That being said, she couldn’t think of a reason that would justify a man hitting a woman. Still, she wondered if Robin had just said that Jay wasn’t Justine’s father to make him angry or if there was any truth to the angry words she’d spewed at him. She couldn’t even enjoy the party going on around her because her mind kept going back to what happened earlier, so she did what everyone else around her seemed to be doing; she began drinking.
Monique, who usually never has more than one drink at any social event, was throwing back glasses of champagne as if she were drinking water. She just sat there quietly filling her glass before emptying it down her throat almost as fast as she was pouring it in her glass. This little ritual had gone on for almost an entire bottle of champagne before anyone at the table had actually taken note of just how much she was drinking. She seemed to be unfazed by the alcohol at first, as she sat there glassy eyed with a dumbfounded smile sitting on her face. Robin reached across Lauren to snatch the empty glass and almost empty bottle out of Monique’s hands but she wasn’t quick enough to pull the bottle away. Monique turned the bottle up to her lips and quickly finished the rest of the champagne. The bottom of the bottle found her completely drunk.
One of the straps of her dress had fallen off to one side, which left everything but her nipple in view of everyone in the party. Lauren reached over and lifted Monique’s strap back onto her shoulder while her drunk friend sat twirling her hair around her fingers. Monique surveyed the room looking for the object of her desire, because she was more than able to tell him how he made her feel without any fear now. There he was. Dressed in white, looking like some kind of angel…the sexy kind of angel that made her want to throw herself on him and give him the kind of loving that would make the choir blush. She bit her bottom lip, as she completely ignored the lecture she was receiving from Robin about her intoxication. She was focused on a man; one she had to have in her bed before the night was over.
The sound of Robin’s voice sounded like the teacher from the Charlie Brown specials, or so Monique thought as she got up from her seat. She could hear Robin asking her where she was going, as she stood there swaying back and forth. She was dizzy, as the real effects of the champagne started to kick in, but her lust was doing the thinking for her now. She staggered over to the next table where the object of her affection stood laughing and talking with Justice and Greg.
“Hey girlie,” she heard Justice say before she pushed her way right passed him and Greg, threw her arms around her sweetie’s neck, pulled him close to her and kissed him as if she he were the love of her life, which probably would have gone unnoticed had it not been her boss. She didn’t care though. She whispered some dirty little remark about how she would do any dirty thing his heart desire in his ear before a very apologetic Robin pulled her off of him. Velle just smiled, as not to cause a scene because it was obvious that she had indulged in just a little too much alcohol. He had to admit that he enjoyed the feel of her lips even though he feared the awkwardness that was sure to come the next day. He helped Robin gather their things and even volunteered to literally, carry a wobbly Monique to Robin’s car. Monique continued whispering in his ear in great detail about all the sexual things she wanted to do to him, leaving nothing to the imagination. It had been extremely hard to do, but he ignored her comments and her roving hands grabbing him in places she’d never even glanced at while sober. He managed to strap her securely in her seatbelt and close the passenger side door of Robin’s car. Just before she waved bye to him she lowered her top so that he could see her naked breast; an action that made him wish with all his heart that this had happened while she was sober.
“Great,” he thought as he watched the car drive off into the distance. The one woman he would have killed to have in his bed had finally given him the opening of a lifetime. Unfortunately, she had been looking through beer goggles when she gave it to him. Velle left before the party was over; delighted that the party had been a success but disappointed that he was now, having to go home alone. He hadn’t spent his birthday alone since he was sixteen, so the thought of going home to actually go to sleep was completely foreign to him. Either way, he paid the cab driver, made his way out of the cab and up the driveway leading to his home. He stood in the driveway looking at a house that he, himself, thought was too big for just one person, but like his mother said, if he ever found Mrs. Right all he would have to do is move her right in.
As he pulled his key from his pocket to let himself in, he noticed that his front door was cracked; a sobering discovery indeed. The light escaping from the great room was more comforting than disturbing, as he quickly reasoned that it had to be his twin crashed out in the one room he forbad her to slumber in. He entered without fear, locking the door behind him before tossing his wallet and keys on a small table beside the door. He walked across the foyer, mentally preparing himself to carry his incapacitated sibling upstairs to one of the guestrooms.
“Did you have fun at the party tonight?” he asked as he entered the great room, where he received the surprise of his life.
“No, I didn’t have fun at the party but I intend to have a whole lot of fun here,” Monique said as she sat on his Persian rug in a full Chinese split, completely naked. Velle just stood there like a deer caught in headlights unable and unwanting to move from that particular spot, but Monique wasn’t tied to her spot on the floor by any means. She rolled forward until her tummy was touching the rug with her legs still completely spread apart in their split position. To Velle's delight she was able to make her bootie wobble from side to side while still in a split, a feat he found sexually mesmerizing.“What took you so long? I’ve been waiting for you forever,” she said before pushing herself up from the floor. She stood there for a moment running her hands over all of the places Velle wished his hands could go. Seeing that he seemed glued to the floor, she sashayed over to him, stood on her tiptoes to place her arms around his neck to help lift herself off the floor and then wrapped her powerful legs around his waist. It seemed as thouh her years of dance had left her quite limber. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist holding her securely in place as she said, “If you want me half as much as I want you right now then we are about to have an amazing time mister.”
