20

"Well you, handsome," Irina whispered into my ear from behind and I felt this lightning-like feeling that rushed through my whole body, but I didn't let it show.

Shit man!!!

What a shitty situation! I really wanted Irina and when she came up next to me, our eyes met and I admired her extremely tight dress, I cursed for putting Mandy in such a situation.

"What happened to you?!", the Russian woman asked angrily and carefully put her hands on my cheeks, but I immediately took her hands in mine and pushed them away from my face.

"Nothing. Everything's fine," I explained and she raised an eyebrow before letting her gaze wander to Mandy.

"And who is that?", she wanted to know and spoke so loud that even Mandy could hear it. I too now looked at Mandy, who immediately poured herself a new shot nervously and pretended that she hadn't heard the Russian.

"This is Mandy, a friend," I explained, feeling Irina tense like a lioness. Smiling provocatively, she sat down on my lap and put her arm around my neck to bring her lips close to my ear.

"I told you I have a surprise for you. Being dumped hurts and I'm not used to it," she whispered and then bit my earlobe lightly, from which I twitched slightly and felt my cock pressed harder against my jeans.

Fuck!

Irina probably noticed my excitement under her bottom and leaned amused to the table to take one of the small glasses. Mandy politely handed her the bottle, but Irina ignored her at all and poured the glass full, only to gulp it into her mouth. On top of that! She placed her hands on my cheeks again, pressed her lips to mine, and poured her tequila right into my mouth, our tongues touching lightly afterwards, making me feel hornier than ever, but also shitty because that's how Mandy felt all certainly not presented.

"I'm taking you home today," Irina let me know, getting up again, which prompted me to straighten my jeans. She disappeared to the dance floor with her friends, taking Jake with her, who seemed more than happy about it.

"Mandy," I tried to start a conversation, but she just smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Don't start justifying yourself now. We're just friends and I'm married. I don't have a problem with that, even if I feel kind of out of place," she explained, and I was kind of surprised that she reacted so casually. Apparently I just imagined that there was something coming from her side.

"Nevertheless, that was a shitty move on my part," I gave her to understand and leaned even closer to her. "I'll drive you home if you want," I said, but she silently poured herself another drink and after drinking it without batting an eyelash, she suddenly took off her pink sweater.

She was wearing a really tight black top with a low neckline underneath and I immediately took the bottle to see how much she had drunk.

Half empty...

"Did you take that alone-"

When I wanted to look at her again, she was suddenly gone and completely perplexed I turned to the dance floor where she was dancing alone and she even seemed to be fine with it.

Awesome... everyone seemed fine except me, as always... Overthinking Jake called it and I guess I was a pro at it.

So I continued to watch Mandy from my stool as she moved to the music with my eyes closed and I kept looking over at Jake and Irina who were having amused fun until Irina noticed my gaze and came back towards me.

"Don't you want to dance?" she asked, looking at me expectantly, but I declined.

"Somehow it doesn't work sober," I admitted and immediately she wanted to hand me a glass, but I took it and put it down again.

"I still have to drive Mandy home," I explained and saw the Russian roll her eyes.

"First you stand me up because of her and now you also want to tell me that you're going home with her?" she said with a pout and I smiled at her way.

"Yeah, kind of and sorry, but she wasn't feeling well today."

"I noticed the black eye. Your husband?"

I nodded and she stood next to me to now also watch Mandy dancing.

"But you are not responsible for her. Take her home and then come to me. Don't make her drama your own. As you can see, you have enough problems of your own, sweetie," she said, looking deep into my eyes.

"Okay," I replied and grabbed Mandy's sweater to walk towards her.

"Ohhh no," she whined when she saw the sweater in my hand, sounding slightly slurred. "I do not want to go yet!"

She crossed her arms and looked at me pleadingly, but Irina was right. I certainly wouldn't clear my head playing Mandy's minder.

"Come on, little one," I gave her my hand, but she turned to some tanned guy next to her and whispered something in his ear. Afterwards, as I watched this rag put his hands on her waist, I suddenly felt something in my stomach that felt like I was going to explode with anger.

"See. This is Harry. He's driving me home."

"My name is-"

"It doesn't matter what your name is!" I interrupted the wanker and simply pulled Mandy's arm towards me, which made the guy think he had to build himself up.

"Don't even try, motherfucker, or you'll regret it quicker than you'd like!"

He glared at me, but when I made no move to take my eyes off his, luckily he turned and ran away.

"What the shit!" I yelled at Mandy, who lifted her chin and wanted to say something, but suddenly covered her mouth with both hands.

"Where is the toilet?"

I pointed to the side and followed her as she walked in front of me to the small door.

As she disappeared behind the door, I leaned against the wall and wiped my face once in frustration. Now it was probably my fault that she got drunk and had to puke from it... Shit ey... Padraig and Tina tear my ass off when I take them home like that.

"Sorry. I haven't had a drink for a long time," I heard Mandy suddenly standing next to me again and looking at me apologetically. 'Will you drive me home, please?'

"Of course," I replied reassuringly. In her place I would have drunk more than would have been good. So who could blame her? I certainly don't.

When we got outside and the fresh air lashed my face, Mandy grabbed my arm and I quickly realized that it was far too dangerous to put her on the back of my bike now.

"Come here," I instructed, pulling her into a hug so that she held onto me and I could easily wrap my jacket around her body and then grab my phone.

"Can you pick me up at the space?"

"15 Minuten."

I hung up, opened Irina's chat and quickly wrote her another message.

Nothing will happen today. See us.

I didn't even wait for an answer, put my phone away again and hugged Mandy, who seemed to have fallen asleep while standing up.

"Mandy?" I whispered in her ear, but she just answered with a long "hmmmm".

"Our personal taxi will be right here," I explained quietly, but this time there was no answer at all.

Then, when I saw the black BMW turning the corner, I carefully picked Mandy up in my arms and ran towards the car, where Rian got out and opened the back door for me.

"I hope she will come to us voluntarily," he said and helped me to carefully lay Mandy on the back seat.

"Yeah, the 20 sleeping pills made her decision even easier," I replied, grinning stupidly, and he immediately snorted and closed the door.

"Who is she?" he wanted to know before we got in and I couldn't suppress a smile.

"My therapist," I laughed, and he seemed to think I was joking until he really noticed and glared at me.

"Shit man, are you serious?"

I just shrugged and climbed into the passenger seat while he got in and turned up the heat.

"And you're sober?" he asked, glancing over at me as he steered the car with one hand.

"Yes, perfectly sober."

"And you were only there with her?"

"No, with Jake and some Russians."

He nodded and then shook his head with a smile, so that I looked over at him questioningly.

"What's funny about that?"

"You're leaving your friends to bring your drunk therapist to our house safely, and you're sober too. I'd say the therapy is working, although I find the methods really dubious."