8. Oh What A Night

“You look fine!” Bianca shouted over the music at Giana, swatting her hands away from the hem of her dress, She’d been obsessing over it since Bianca forced her into it and threatened to have Santino pull off without her.

Giana was still unable to shake the feeling that all eyes were on her as she walked in. The material to the dress was too clingy and she felt naked.

“You’ll feel better once we get a few drinks in you,” Bianca smiled.

The ladies entered inside without hassle. Renee pulled Cian to a small sitting area and ordered a round of drinks.

“That’s my song,” Tino smiled raising her hands in the air as she made her way to the dance floor.

“You’re sure this dress isn’t too short?” Giana asked once again.

Bianca rolled her eyes hopping on to the bar stool waving for assistance. She ordered the strongest drink listed on the menu handing the drink to her sister. “Try this,” she said watching the cool liquid pour down her sister’s throat. Giana didn’t come up for air until the last drop was gone.

 “Better?”

“Another!” Giana ordered.

“Alright, but let’s pace ourselves, we have the whole night.”

Bianca turned and found Santino’s grinding against some guy on the dance floor and smiled. Her moves always made the men gravitate toward her with endless bottles of the finest champagne and the cheesiest pick up lines.

She glanced over at Cian and Renee, hidden inside their V.I.P tent chatting like old women with a glass of something clear in color turned against their lips. Even if they spent the whole night chatting she was happy to have them their. Her girls, her sisters, the distraction she needed to get her mind off of a man that was rapidly invading her thoughts. The thoughts of him were constant, bordering inappropriate and turning sexual with each hour she spent listening to him speak. His smooth voice and cool tone made love to her each time he spoke and he had no idea and if she could help it, would never know. This mess with Danny wouldn’t end anytime soon and before she opened another door, she wanted Danny’s to be bolted shut with no chances of reopening.

Bianca looked up, breaking free of the very thoughts she was trying to avoid to see Giana peel away from her side and move toward Santino on the dance floor. She laughed, cheering her on as she watched her sway her hips to the beat. “Don’t hurt yourself, G!” She burst into laughter making her way toward the tent to retrieve her camera from her purse.

Watching her feet carefully to avoid falling into the cracks of the stone path, she bumped into a tall figure nearly sending her to the ground. 

“You…” She whispered staring into those beautiful brownish green eyes.

“Oh now I’m convinced you somehow had a tracking device planted into my butt!” Bianca laughed nervously running her finger through her hair and down the back of her neck. “I didn’t take you for the beating around the bush type so if there is something you want from me you need to spit it out now.” She crossed her arms with a smirk. 

Without a single word, he pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips hard against his. His tongue worked against her lips prying them open until it danced across hers roughly.

“Ahem!” Santino cleared her throat loudly breaking the kissed that neither wanted to walk away from.

“Can I borrow her for a second? Thanks!” Santino dragged Bianca a few short feet away with Giana close behind them. “I need details!”
“Tino!”

“Parada! Okay? Stop because I saw that and chica I want to know if he tastes like warm caramel!”

“He sure looks like it!” Giana chimed in glancing in the direction he’d walked in.

“Good girls don’t kiss and tell!” Bianca smiled widely turning to see Cian and Renee rise from their seats.

"That sure doesn't look like Danny to me!" Cian teased the moment they approached the tent.

"Definitely not! Last time I checked he wasn't tall dark and sexy!" Renee added glancing at Cian with an approving smile.

"Details!" They demanded simultaneously.

"There is nothing to tell!" Bianca whined unable to hide her smile.

"Then who was that?!" Renee motioned for everyone to take a seat determined to get answers.

"Hot sex addiction teacher!" Santino looped her arms through Bianca's and fanned herself playfully. There was no way she'd escape this. Not with all of them seeing the kiss. Not with her mind replaying it and her heart still beating for it. 

The night continued on with Cian, Renee, Giana, Bianca. and Santino gathered around the small wooden table sharing stories with bottomless glasses and endless laughter.

******

 “You really should let her out more!” Bianca laughed carefully holding on to Cian until she saw Will grab hold of her arm. “Letting her out isn’t the problem, it’s getting her out! You should have called me instead of walking her to the door.”

“Ican walk.” Cian slurred with a slight frown that quickly turned into a smile, “Ilov youBianca!”

“I love you too!” She laughed backing away from the door. “Tell her to call me in the morning if she’s not too hung over.”

“I doubt that! Thank you Bianca.”

“No problem!”  

Once she was back in the car and the door was locked behind them, Wilson scooped Cian up and headed for the stairs ignoring her pleas to let her walk. “I candoit!” She continued to mumble wiggling out of his arms before they could take a step forward. 

Watching her stagger then make a move toward the floor he quickly slipped his arms around her, “That’s not the bed, Babe.” He calmly spoke with the urge to laugh carrying her despite her protest. By the time they reached the top of the stairs she’d wiggled out of his arms and burst through their bedroom door with extreme force.  Wilson stood back and watched Cian struggle to get her dress down over her hips without undoing the zipper then as she tried to pull the zipper in the wrong direction. He couldn’t help but laugh at her frustration and finally resorted to pulling the still zipped dress over her head. “How man drinks did you have?” He chuckled catching the dress she tossed over her shoulder. “Three..foufive?” She mimicked his laughter and threw her arms around his neck. “Yaknow whatI want?” She removed his hands from her waist placing them on her hips as she pressed her body against his. Wilson laughed when she did a little jiggle against him, “Not while you’re drunk.”

“I’m ya wife. Itso k!”

He laughed again leading her to the bed. “If you don’t have a hangover in the morning, which I doubt, we’ll take care of that.” Wilson repeatedly forced her to lay down but each time she sat up and him toward her. 

 “Com’on Will!” She kneeled on the bed pulling him closer and placing his hands on her butt. “Make love ta me! Talk dirty ta me inatalin!” She moved in for a kiss and whispered against his lips, “Please Baby…wait…myphonez ringin?”
“No it’s not!” Wilson burst into laughter holding onto her arm as she tried to climb off of the bed to locate the source of the ringing only she could hear. “Lay down, Cian! I’ll find it.” He assured her to keep her on the bed. Wilson back tracked their actions before beginning his search. Had she even had a purse when she walked through the door? 

 He scanned the floor picking up the dress she threw at him then ripped out of his hand. Sitting slightly under the nightstand was her small quilted clutch. He picked it up to ensure that it hadn’t been ringing as she said and stumbled across a small yellow compact that he recognized from years ago. Both Anna and Angel carried one with them and on occasion, he witnessed them plucking a small pill from the pack and one day built up the nerve to question it. Out of disbelief, Wilson flipped open the pack and in fact was what he thought. Wilson froze for a second as he processed what she said. His eyes rolled over the big black letters in the center of the foil pack, each time sending himself into a new emotion that caused his shoulders to tense. He didn’t know how to take it but as a blow to the heart and consider an unforgivable reason for why she might need them. Wilson backed out the bedroom with the compact held tightly in his hand. He wasn’t staying in there tonight. Couldn’t stay. As much as he hated sleeping without her there was no other choice. He couldn’t get a hold of his emotions and couldn’t be next to her with the wild thoughts that were now swimming around his head.

****** 

Giana got back to her hotel around 2 am. After the night she just had with the girls, she was too wired to sleep. She headed into the small pub inside of the hotel and took a seat at the bar next to a man with a vaguely familiar face. He was drowning himself in double shots of Tequila. There were six empty glasses in front of him and he was working on another. The bartender was talking to a few girls at the other end and she cleared her throat to get his attention.

“What’ll it be?” he asked tossing a towel over his shoulder and shifting a toothpick mindlessly from one side of his mouth to the other.

 “I’ll have an Apple Martini with sugar on the rim please.”

“Coming right up.” He moved away from her and she glanced again at the man on the stool to her left. His jet black hair was disheveled and his face covered in shiny piercings. She found herself staring at him trying to figure out where she knew him from.

“That’ll be $8 bucks,” he said placing the drink on a napkin in front of her.

She reached into her purse and the man she had been staring at moments ago put his hand on hers to stop her. “It’s on me,” he said with a nod to the bartender. “Everything else is.”

 “No, I couldn’t,” she prepared herself to decline.

“And I insist.” He dropped a fifty on the counter and motioned for Giana to join him at a back table, leaving instructions for the bartender to keep the drinks flowing.

  “Thank you,” she said as she slid into the booth.

“It’s no problem. I hate drinking alone.” He placed his Tequila on the table and adjusted on the cushion.

“I couldn’t tell from the 7 drinks you had sitting in front of you.”

He laughed. “7? That was just from when you came in. I’d already finished off a bottle.”

 “Well, Tequila seems to agree with you. Were it me, I’d be topless and passed out by now,” she instantly blushed as she realized she was over sharing.

“This isn’t real Tequila. The best Tequila is in Baja, ever been?”

She shook her head no and he continued. “Well there, they cure it with raisins, lemon and orange peel. That’ll really knock you on your ass.”

She laughed and took a sip from her glass. “So you’re a musician?” Giana asked looking at the care he took with his hands and the way he positioned them on the table.

He smiled curiously at her. “You could say that. I do enjoy music and playing has its moments. What do you do?”

“I manage a few banks.”

 “A few?” he said rubbing his chin. “Impressive.”

“It’s a family business, owned by my Father.”

“Here on the island?”

“No, I’m from Lansing. I just came to visit family. I leave in the morning.” 

They continued chatting over the course of the next few hours, and the bartender kept refreshing their drinks as instructed. 

By early morning, Giana had switched seats and was snuggled against his chest, enjoying the cool feel of his lip rings against her tongue as her veins coursed with liquid courage.

** OMG SEVER disconnection! This chapter was a headache and I needed to just get it out. Please excuse the mess!!
SPECIAL THANKS to Daijah for helping me through this and the next few chapters!