She's a Little Bit Country, He's a Little Bit Rock N' Roll

I walked inside after meeting up with Matt on the golf course. I was “spending the day” with him tomorrow…was this technically a date? Was it just two people getting to know each other and hang out? I really don’t know how to classify this…he’s spoken for…he’s engaged.

Keep repeating that to yourself, sweetheart.

His smile makes me weak in the knees. I couldn’t help myself from thinking of how good he looked in his tux. The way he bit his lip when he stared at me. It was mesmerizing.

I walked to the back of the hall and sat at my table next to Pixie. She had the largest smile plastered on her face.

“Oohh, Pixie’s got a boyfriend.” I chuckled.

“Keep talking, kettle.” She smirked.

“Did you get the digits?” Zacky grinned taking a large gulp of his drink.

“I didn’t actually…I guess I should so he knows where to pick me up tomorrow.” I chuckled.

“You and Matt? Like peanut butter and jelly.” Pixie sighed longingly.

I slapped her on the arm and she couldn’t help but laugh. She’s never seen me this flustered over someone before.

“No. Matt and I are nothing because he’s marrying the Queen of Hell in a few months.” I rolled my eyes downing the water I finally talked myself into drinking to sober up.

I looked up and was met with Matt’s eyes. He was sitting at his table talking to Brian. I was completely connected to him and couldn’t look away.

What the fuck am I doing? He’s taken. I couldn’t do this. I shouldn’t have agreed to see him tomorrow in the first place…but his eyes…his smile and his dimples…I couldn’t say no even if I desperately wanted to.

Which I didn’t…

He smiled at me and made a gun signal to his head gesturing to the women gossiping around him. I couldn’t help but chuckle. I looked around the table and noticed Valary was nowhere to be seen before I heard someone clear their throat behind me.

I thought I smelled burning flesh, and low and behold it was Satan herself.

She sat down next to me calmly before narrowing her eyes towards me.

“Listen here little girl…don’t act like I haven’t been watching you making doe eyes towards [i]my[/i] fiancé all night. He won’t go for it. He needs a woman, not a child.” She chuckled.

I couldn’t help the sudden laughter that passed through my lips.

“Right…well when he finds a woman, let me know will ya?” I smirked.

“You little bitch—“

“Hey! White trash Barbie, you mind taking your jealous bullshit elsewhere and get the fuck away from my best friend?” Pixie stood up over her seething.

“Excuse me?” Val scoffed.

“You heard me. I’m not on the clock anymore. I’ll gladly take your little twig ass outside by your cheap platinum blonde hair extensions and break you in half.” Pixie smiled downing the shot in her hand, preparing for battle.

“Is there a problem?” I looked up to see Matt standing over us.

“Yeah man, actually there is. It seems like your barbarian of a girlfriend doesn’t know what boundaries or manners are. I can kindly teach her a lesson for you though.” Pixie cracked her knuckles.

Have I mentioned how much I loved that girl?

“Val? What is she talking about?” Matt furrowed his eyebrows.

“Nothing sweetheart…I was just leaving.” Val sighed.

I looked up to notice Matt looking at me up and down as he had before. Maybe it was his smile, or maybe it was all the liquor in my system, but something came over me. I stood up and walked towards him and Val, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him in for a passionate, heated kiss. I felt like it lasted forever, but only because I wanted it to. His hands instinctively wrapped around my waist, and his body against mine felt amazing.

When I pulled away he was speechless, his arm still wrapped around me with closed eyes.

I smirked at Valary as her jaw fell to the floor.

“Word to the wise, sweetheart. Girls have to beg and whine for what they want. Women just take it.”

I wiped the corners of my mouth with my thumb and grabbed my purse from Pixie, walking towards the exit of the country club like some badass in slow motion. Pixie was right behind me and I looked over my shoulder to see Matt with the biggest smile on his face as he blocked out Val’s nagging breakdown as she hit him repeatedly on the chest.

“Holy shit, Ives! That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen you do!” She jumped up and down excitedly.

“I think…I’m gonna…”

Before I could finish my sentence, the contents of my stomach poured out onto the parking lot in front of my car. I was completely worked up from the previous events…and also extremely drunk.

My eyes began to water as I felt myself collapse to the concrete. Pixie ran next to me and tucked my hair behind my ears to avoid me becoming a bigger mess.

“Ivy! Pixie!” We heard our names being yelled across the lot. I recognized his angelic voice anywhere.

“Oh god…Pixie don’t let him see me…” I breathed through more nausea.

I heard his footsteps quickly approaching and I dreaded the moment he saw me so helpless kneeling next to a puddle of my own vomit.

“Oh god, Ivy are you okay?” He bent down next to me and rubbed my upper back in small circles.

This was great. This is exactly how I wanted him to see me after I pulled off the greatest stunt of my life.

“Ivy here just had too much to drink.” Pixie chuckled.

“I guess those Irish genes couldn’t save ya, huh?” He grinned.

I instinctively hit his arm for making fun of me before more vomit crept up my throat. I was a mess. A disgusting, pitiful mess.

“You obviously can’t drive home.” Matt frowned.

I heard more footsteps approaching us. A larger crowd, just what I needed.

“Hey man, is she okay?” Zacky asked with a tone of concern.

“She’ll be okay. This isn’t the first time poor Ivy has hit the bottle a little too hard.” Pixie burped.

“Both of you drank way too much to drive home. Zacky, do you mind taking Pixie home? You can take my car since I know you drove here with Brian. I’ll take Ivy home in her car.” Matt said grabbing my keys from Pixie’s bag.

“How are you going to get home?” Zacky asked confused.

“As of right now, I don’t have one to go to. Valary is pissed man, I’m not stepping anywhere near that house.” He chuckled.

“So…you’re going to stay with Ivy?” Pixie smirked.

I felt his eyes on my face.

“If it’s okay with you. If you have a couch I can crash on I’ll be more than happy there. If not, I’m fine with the floor. I just want to make sure you’re okay through the night.”

He sounded genuinely concerned. It’s a tone I wasn’t used to.

I took a few deep breaths making sure I wasn’t going to puke again before agreeing to let him stay. I couldn’t say no, I’m the reason his fiancé has him in the dog house…if she even is his fiancé anymore…

Matt helped me off the concrete and walked me to the passenger side of my car. I sat in the seat with the door open, getting a few more moments of fresh air and drinking some water. I didn’t want to get sick in my car. That would take forever to get out of the interior.

After I knew I was safe, Matt lifted my legs into the car and made sure I was buckled in before shutting the door and hopping into the driver’s seat.

“I’m extremely impressed that this is yours. It’s a beauty.” He grinned starting my baby and gripping the steering wheel.

“Thanks…it used to be my grandfather’s. He left it to me when he passed away and my father helped me restore it back to it’s original glory.” I yawned.

It was two thirty in the morning, and I was driving down Huntington Beach with Matt…this has to be a dream…or I’m just really drunk and hallucinating.

We pulled into the parking lot of my apartment after what seemed like hours. Realistically it had probably only been fifteen minutes or so.

He walked over to my side of the car and helped me out. My heels and purse were in my hands as he scooped me up into his arms.

“Sorry…I just don’t want you having to walk up the stairs in your condition.” He chuckled.

His strength got us both up the stairs and he was able to unlock my apartment, holding me with one arm. I was impressed.

As soon as the air conditioner of my comfy home hit my skin, I felt a million times better. Outside is so humid I was certain that made me feel worse.

He carried me into the bed and walked to the kitchen to get me water, allowing me to get out of my dress.

I carefully slid it off my body and walked to get the nearest oversized t-shirt. At this point he already watched me vomit. There was no reason to try to look cute anymore.

I let my hair down as curls from Pixie’s residual hairstyle fell around my shoulders and slid into my cold, soft sheets. I heard a knock on the door and assured Matt I was decent before he walked in with a glass of water and some toast.

“Here, bread will make your stomach feel better. You need something in your stomach or you’ll feel worse tomorrow.” He sat it on my bedside table before standing straight again. He almost looked out of place like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Well…I guess I’ll head to the couch. Are there any spare blankets?” He asked.

“Matt…don’t be ridiculous. My couch is good for sitting but it’s way too uncomfortable to sleep
on. You can sleep with me tonight, I trust you.” I shrugged eating a couple of bites of the toast.

He looked like a deer in headlights before he sat on the bed. I didn’t think about the fact that he didn’t have clothes with him and he was still in a tux. I scooted out of bed and walked to my closet to grab a t-shirt for him. A lot of my sleep shirts were men sizes anyway.

I grabbed one for him and laid it next to him.

“I’m sorry I don’t have clothes for you, but you can’t sleep in that tux so this will have to do.” I chuckled.

He thanked me and walked to the bathroom to change. When he opened the door in his boxers and the shirt, I couldn’t stop the laughter that busted through the room. The shirt was two sizes too small on him and he looked like he was going to hulk out of it.

“I think I’m going to have to bite the bullet and sleep in my boxers if that’s okay.” He chuckled attempting to pull the shirt over his head without ripping it. He laid it on my desk by the bathroom door and walked over to the bed.

His body was absolutely perfect. My eyes traced over his tattoos and his muscles. My heart sank deep into my stomach and my body started tingling. This man was sleeping in my bed tonight…what the fuck am I doing?

“Are you okay with this? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” He frowned.

“Matt…you’re telling this to someone who just made out with you in front of your fiancé without your permission…I’m so sorry I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.” I sighed leaning back into my pillow.

“Ivy please don’t apologize…that kiss made me realize so much in such a short time. I have never felt that way when Valary would kiss me…and I know that’s how I should have felt for all these years. I never wanted to hurt Val…but sometimes things happen the way they do for a reason. You practically saved me.” He chuckled dryly.

He turned the light off as I turned on the small lamp on my bedside table for some light. We both slid into the sheets and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes enjoying the silence.

This wasn’t insane at all…

Notes

Hello guys!

First of all, welcome my new subscribers. I hope you are all enjoying the story so far! I know I haven't updated in a week or so. It's been extremely hectic, so I decided to gift you with this little piece. I will update more tomorrow since I have an early day at work, so I will more than likely update twice to make up for not updating lately. I promise I'm still here! Remember to comment on what your thoughts are. Looks like things are heating up now!

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