A Hope and a Chance(47)
Author: Jennifer Foor

“You’re so beautiful, Hope. You’re the most beautiful person in the whole world, no, the whole universe. I just want to box you up and keep you in my pocket like a little toy.”

“Thank you, I think. You’re pretty great as well, when you’re not intoxicated. Maybe you should just come outside now. I will be there in five minutes.”

“Are you coming to see me, baby?” Of course it was in one ear and out the other. This was like babysitting a child.

“Oh my God. Please go outside and wait for me. Don’t you dare get on that bike!”

“Okay, baby. I will see you outside on Friday.”

Before I was able to say anything the line went dead. I attempted to call it back, but he never answered, so I pressed the gas pedal to the floor, driving as fast as my car would take me. When I arrived at the bar, his motorcycle was the first thing I spotted. A rush of relief hit me when I knew he was still there. I jumped out of my vehicle and headed in the direction of the entrance, except at the last second I heard someone throwing up.

My feet moved swiftly, making it around the corner to spot Chance on his knees. He reeked of alcohol and vomit as I leaned down and handled his shoulder. “Chance.” The odor was so pungent I was forced to cover my nose to refrain from becoming sick myself.

He brought his arms up and hugged me. “Hey, baby. What are you doing here? I didn’t cheat on you with that woman. Aren’t you proud of me? I could have hit that shit. She wanted some of this cock right here.” He pointed to his crotch, as if I wasn’t aware of its location.

I had to ignore the jealous fears that overwhelmed me, despite the fact that I wanted to make sure he hadn’t messed around. In his condition it was impossible to begin to rationalize. “Chance, you have to get up.” I urged him to stand. He’d used his arm to wipe the access bile from his face, while his balance was non-existent.

“I can’t. Did you know I just threw up? Yep that’s what happens when I drink too much.”

He was slurring his words, spatting out ridiculous declarations, while making no sense. I wanted to laugh, but I was more concerned about how I was going to get him into my car without a fight.

“Can you please stand up?” I asked.

“I would do anything for you, Hope,” he said as he strained to get himself in a vertical position. He began to sway backwards, but luckily I got a hold on his arms and was able to steady him better. We strolled over to my vehicle, and I exasperated myself more when I fought to get him inside of it.

Chance started opening my glove compartment and rummaging around inside. “What are you doing now?” My agitation was apparent, not that he was in any condition to even notice.

“I’m looking for my pants. Hope, have you seen my pants?”

I started laughing. “Yes. They’re on your ass.”

“You’re so smart and pretty,” he said as he stroked my face. “You have nice breasts too. I noticed them first.”

“Maybe you should stop talking,” I proposed

He put his hand on the steering wheel, causing me to stop backing up. “Wait. We can’t go home. Mark is having some meeting there. Buffy told me to fend for myself tonight.”

“Where are we supposed to go then?” I asked.

“We could still go home. If they aren’t out back we can sneak in the pool house. Maybe then you can show me your boobies. I really like them, you know.”

I rolled my eyes again and started backing up. “So you keep telling me.”

“No, I really love them, Hope. I want to marry your breasts. Both of them. I need to be a tit bigamist.”

I continued to hoot at his drunken comments the whole ride home. Luckily it was only about a ten minute drive. When we pulled up at the house, I noticed strange vehicles parked outside. My car was smaller, easier to hide alongside of the garage, giving us a straight walk to the pool house.

“Stay here while I go check out back,” I suggested, as I stepped out and paced around to make sure we were in the clear.

Once I’d searched out back to make certain we were alone, I headed in the direction of my car to grab Chance. I could hear commotion in the house, but it was coming from the well-lit dining room. I knew I needed to sneak Chance in on the side where he had his secret smoke breaks. There was lots of high greenery everywhere, and in the dark we would be undetected.

When I reached the car Chance was all but passed out. I had to literally drag him. He tried to speak, but I placed my hand over his mouth as we passed the window where the dinner party was taking place. Once we managed to make it to the pool house, I searched inside of his pockets and located his keys. After unlocking the door, he immediately went tumbling inside. I closed it behind us keeping the lights off.

Chance was rolling around the floor in hysterics. I didn’t know whether to be annoyed or feel sorry for him. “Get up. I need to get you into the shower, so you can sober up.”

“Will you get in with me?” He asked. He stuck out his bottom lip like a small child would. As cute as I found it, I knew I had to be the mature person and get him straight.

“I can’t. My father is right across the yard,” I clarified.

“Please. Don’t you want to? Don’t you want to get naked and ride me all night, baby?”

“Chance, don’t beg. You know it’s not going to happen.” He reached to grab me, but I pulled away enough to where I could point him in the direction the bathroom.

He smelled like vodka and vomit with a hint of cologne. It was retched.

When he finally made it inside the tiny bathroom, he whipped his dick out and began peeing in the toilet with no regard for me even being in the room. I started the shower and helped him out of his clothes. Though difficult, I managed to get him to participate. When I tried to get him under the water, he wouldn’t budge.

“Chance, please. You’re covered in puke. Just get in and get cleaned up. You smell horrible.”

“Please come with me,” he attempted to pull me in. He was much stronger than me. I tried to stay out, but ended up tumbling down on top of him. The shower curtain and rod fell on us. When we were finally able to get up, I fixed the curtain the best I could. He fought to pull me in again. “Please. I need you. I just want to feel your skin against mine. Please, Hope.”

“I can’t. I want to, but I can’t.” Instead I leaned in and started to get him cleaned up. After having him spin around a few times, I decided he was clean enough to get dressed.