CollaredbyHim
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Alone, and Bored (Open)
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Laira rolled her eyes as Mia walked away and started flirting with men. So much for
sticking together. Best Friends? Hard to believe. Cole turned her around and grinned, "For
a rich girl you have no fun in you."
"For a rich girl I have taste in men," Laira stated, grinning back.
"Is that why you rejected 14 year old me?" Laira giggled. Of course he remembered.
"No. I rejected him because I didn't feel like digging him out of his shallow grave. Brothers." Cole chuckled.
"So you wouldn't reject me now?" he whispered, teasing her.
"You pig! You have a girlfriend who is going to arrive in a few minutes." Sure Cole was a pretty boy, the blonde hair, blue eyes, charming personality. But Laira wanted someone a bit more mature, who would understand her dilemma's, but know how to make her have fun when the time came for it. Maybe even dominating a little, protective. Cole was her friend, not her type, that's why she had rejected him. But he only joked now, she knew he had moved on. Tall, dark and handsome. Those were her type.
"Fine. Entertain me. Shots." The mischievous glint in his eye told her that he had been planning this.
"Oh my god. You little sneak. You were setting that trap up."
"Loosen up, darling. You need some liquid fun in you." Laira couldn't help moving him aside and grabbing the tray he'd been hiding behind him.
"Fine. First to four, wins. Ready. Set. Go." This was easy. She had drank eight before and only been slightly drunk, a little over tipsy. She could beat him.
One. Down.
Two. Down.
Three. Down.
Four. Down.
She had won. Cole was grinning and a little bit woozy when he finished. Vanessa better get here fast.
"Member' when you sang Mia, When I Was Your Man, on the mic, and fell down laughing in front of everyone at your father's charity event?" A pang hit Laira. Dad. Mom. They were dead now. The only charity events she went to were one's from prospective investors, and one's she hosted. 21 and owning a billion dollar company... It wasn't luxurious at all. Her brothers had lives and she couldn't dump it on them.
She nodded at Cole. "Yea?"
"Me and Mia... We miss her. I mean it isn't your fault... but we miss the girl who got high without drinks and dragged us with her to parties... and well... we didn't want to hurt your feelings. We miss the girl who blatantly rejected the line of boys out her door with funny lines. We know you have a business... but we feel like we're losing you Laira."
Laira gulped and felt herself cringe. Cole wouldn't remember that speech. At least not until a few days later. Maybe not at all. She was saved from replying when Vanessa came over and Cole smiled, kissing her sloppily on the cheek. Vanessa shrieked and pushed him away.
"What happened to him?"
"A competition with the rich girl. Four shots." Vanessa grinned.
"You should be on the floor, babe."
"The 'rich girl's' tolerance is sky high. You haven't seen me drunk," Laira stated. Cole chuckled.
"Go dance with him, he won't say no right now." Vanessa dragged Cole away, with an evil smile on.
Laira went and sat at the bar again. Cole was right. She might be slightly buzzed, normally really outgoing, and deadly bored, but this wasn't her scene anymore. She had never been a party animal, but always the lovable girl who dragged you out to the dance floor. Now she wasn't too sure. She had a business to run, and it had taken a toll on her personality. Mia had decided tonight was as good a night as ever, but Laira had known that she wouldn't have fun.
But not wanting to disappoint, she had grabbed a black mid thigh party dress. It cinched at the waist with a belt and hugged her legs, showing off her hourglass figure. The front dipped low, short sleeves were ruffled and the back was cut low with lace. Then she had lived through the terror of Mia with makeup, and ended up with smoky eyes and red lips.
Great, she looked the part.
Now she needed someone to save her from this boredom.
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Laira rolled her eyes as Mia walked away and started flirting with men. So much for
sticking together. Best Friends? Hard to believe. Cole turned her around and grinned, "For
a rich girl you have no fun in you."
"For a rich girl I have taste in men," Laira stated, grinning back.
"Is that why you rejected 14 year old me?" Laira giggled. Of course he remembered.
"No. I rejected him because I didn't feel like digging him out of his shallow grave. Brothers." Cole chuckled.
"So you wouldn't reject me now?" he whispered, teasing her.
"You pig! You have a girlfriend who is going to arrive in a few minutes." Sure Cole was a pretty boy, the blonde hair, blue eyes, charming personality. But Laira wanted someone a bit more mature, who would understand her dilemma's, but know how to make her have fun when the time came for it. Maybe even dominating a little, protective. Cole was her friend, not her type, that's why she had rejected him. But he only joked now, she knew he had moved on. Tall, dark and handsome. Those were her type.
"Fine. Entertain me. Shots." The mischievous glint in his eye told her that he had been planning this.
"Oh my god. You little sneak. You were setting that trap up."
"Loosen up, darling. You need some liquid fun in you." Laira couldn't help moving him aside and grabbing the tray he'd been hiding behind him.
"Fine. First to four, wins. Ready. Set. Go." This was easy. She had drank eight before and only been slightly drunk, a little over tipsy. She could beat him.
One. Down.
Two. Down.
Three. Down.
Four. Down.
She had won. Cole was grinning and a little bit woozy when he finished. Vanessa better get here fast.
"Member' when you sang Mia, When I Was Your Man, on the mic, and fell down laughing in front of everyone at your father's charity event?" A pang hit Laira. Dad. Mom. They were dead now. The only charity events she went to were one's from prospective investors, and one's she hosted. 21 and owning a billion dollar company... It wasn't luxurious at all. Her brothers had lives and she couldn't dump it on them.
She nodded at Cole. "Yea?"
"Me and Mia... We miss her. I mean it isn't your fault... but we miss the girl who got high without drinks and dragged us with her to parties... and well... we didn't want to hurt your feelings. We miss the girl who blatantly rejected the line of boys out her door with funny lines. We know you have a business... but we feel like we're losing you Laira."
Laira gulped and felt herself cringe. Cole wouldn't remember that speech. At least not until a few days later. Maybe not at all. She was saved from replying when Vanessa came over and Cole smiled, kissing her sloppily on the cheek. Vanessa shrieked and pushed him away.
"What happened to him?"
"A competition with the rich girl. Four shots." Vanessa grinned.
"You should be on the floor, babe."
"The 'rich girl's' tolerance is sky high. You haven't seen me drunk," Laira stated. Cole chuckled.
"Go dance with him, he won't say no right now." Vanessa dragged Cole away, with an evil smile on.
Laira went and sat at the bar again. Cole was right. She might be slightly buzzed, normally really outgoing, and deadly bored, but this wasn't her scene anymore. She had never been a party animal, but always the lovable girl who dragged you out to the dance floor. Now she wasn't too sure. She had a business to run, and it had taken a toll on her personality. Mia had decided tonight was as good a night as ever, but Laira had known that she wouldn't have fun.
But not wanting to disappoint, she had grabbed a black mid thigh party dress. It cinched at the waist with a belt and hugged her legs, showing off her hourglass figure. The front dipped low, short sleeves were ruffled and the back was cut low with lace. Then she had lived through the terror of Mia with makeup, and ended up with smoky eyes and red lips.
Great, she looked the part.
Now she needed someone to save her from this boredom.
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