A NIGHT WITH THE CRAZY CEO

CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE

TWO DAYS LATER

**BRIANNA**

After two days of meeting with the investors, Mr. Gomez and his partner finally decided to invest in A. C. Robotics (one of the companies under Adrian’s name) and now, Adrian and I are going out to celebrate.

“Adrian, where exactly are we going?” I asked him for the umpteenth time. This is the question I have been asking him ever since we got into the car and he began driving to God knows where.

He sighed exasperatedly at my question.

“You won’t stop asking me this question till I answer you, right?” He grumbled.

“Nope!” I said, popping the ‘p’.

“Fine, we’re going to a club to celebrate our win.” He finally answered.

“Wow, really?” I asked, my eyes lighting up.

“Yeah, we’re going to drink and dance. But nobody is getting drunk, at least not me because I have to drive.” He uttered.

“That’s a cool idea.” I clapped enthusiastically.

Minutes later, Adrian pulled over in front of a building with “The Dinero Lounge” written in neon light. We alighted from the car and met a bouncer at the entrance. He asked for our IDs and we showed him before he allowed us entrance.

Adrian and I walked into the crowded club, grinning ear to ear. My heart was pounding with excitement as we made our way through the throngs of people to the bar. Even though I worked at a club, that club is nothing compared to this one. This club is bigger and there are much more people here than the number of people we got in one week.

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We got to the bar and sat on the stools beside each other. Adrian waved over the bartender and the guy came. He looked to be in his early twenties and he had tattoos peeking out of his t-shirt.

“What would y’all like to have?” He asked.

“I dunno, you?” I asked Adrian.

“We’ll have The Golden Grain 190, a whole bottle.” Adrian said to the bartender and he nodded before turning away.

He came back some minutes later with the bottle of alcohol and two shot glasses in hand. He dropped them and poured small quantities into the glasses.

“Enjoy.” He said simply before walking away to attend to another customer.

I raised up my shot glass and twirled the content in the transparent glass.

“Is this a very strong alcoholic drink?” I asked Adrian.

“Yeah, it contains 95% of alcohol. You probably shouldn’t drink much.” He said.

“I’ll drink to my satisfaction. I’m a strong drinker.” I said boastfully. Yeah, I’m exaggerating but Adrian doesn’t need to know that though.

“Oh really? You’re a strong drinker, eh?” He asked teasingly with raised eyebrows. He looked at me over the rim of the shot glass and I squirmed in my seat for reasons unknown to me. Probably because of the intensity of his gaze.

“Yes, I am a strong drinker.” I said with confidence.

“You sure?” He asked again.

“Yes!” I said coolly.

“Then I challenge you to a drinking competition. First person to give up has to do what the other person wants.” He said with a smirk and I gulped. “You in?”

I thought about it for a moment and came to a conclusion that I had nothing to lose.

“I’m in.” I said with a straight face.

“Let’s go!” He uttered and took a swig of the alcohol. I did so after him, the alcohol drink burning my throat. That didn’t stop me though.

Four shot glasses later, my vision was starting to get blurry and I was spewing nonsense. Adrian didn’t look like he was affected by the alcohol. Either he was drunk and knew how to hide it well or the alcohol had no effect on him.

“Give up now. You’re obviously drunk.” Adrian said with a smirk.

“Never! I… Won’t… Give… Up…” I managed to form a sentence.

“You’re so stubborn. Just give up.” He said and I shook my head. The movement made me feel dizzy immediately.

“Okay fine, there’s no more challenge. It’s over.” Adrian said once again and I lifted my eyes to look at his face.

“Are you sure?” I asked while batting my lashes.

“Yes, let’s go back to the house now. You look like a mess.” He said with a chuckle towards the end.

“Nooo, I still want to dance!” I squealed and stood up from my stool. The moment I got on my feet, my legs felt all wobbly and it was like the world was spinning.

“You’re going to fall flat on your face, Brianna!” Adrian called after me but I didn’t listen. I made my way to the dance floor with wobbly legs. I got there and began moving my body to the beat of the music. It got to a point where I bent with my hands on my knees and began to twerk to the song.

I felt someone creep up behind me and started grinding against my backside. I didn’t have time to take action before I felt myself being yanked away from the guy’s presence. I looked towards the place I was standing to see that the guy that was grinding against me was on the floor and Adrian was standing above him. Adrian had punched him and he was ready to do that again so despite my drunken state, I stumbled towards him and held his hand.

The little scene was beginning to draw the attention of the people on the dance floor.

“Adrian, don’t punch him anymore, let’s go home.” I said to him but his fist was still clenched.

“Please…” I said and he slowly calmed down.

“We’re going now!” He said and grabbed my hand and dragged me to the counter where he paid for the drink before we went out of the club together, him holding me since I was drunk.

We got to the car and Adrian helped me into the passenger seat without saying anything. He got into the driver’s seat too and began driving. The car was silent some minutes into the drive so I spoke up first.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked while fiddling with my fingers nervously.

“No.” He replied simply, his eyes focused on the road.

“I feel like you’re mad at me.” I pressed on.

“Fine! I’m mad at you!” He grumbled. “If you had listened to me and not go dance on the dance floor, one random guy wouldn’t have grinded and groped you!”

He sounded angry and that made me feel bad. But he can’t really blame me for it. I blame it on the alcohol.

“I’m sorry, but he didn’t grope me though. He only grinder against me.” I said dumbly as if that made things better. He glared at me.

“What’s the difference?” He gritted out. “Remind me to not let you drink again.”

“Yes boss.” I grinned at him and I saw a small smile appear on his face before he faced the road again.

Soon, Adrian drove into the compound and stopped the car. He came over to my side and helped me out of the car. We walked into the house together and he assisted me to my bedroom.

I was still feeling drowsy so I couldn’t walk or do anything else on my own. Adrian sat me on the bed and helped take my shoes off.

“Do you need to take off your clothes? Or will you sleep in them?” He asked me.

“I want to take off my clothes. I won’t be comfortable sleeping in them.” I answered slowly.

“You don’t mind me taking them off for you, do you?” He asked again and I shook my head.

He stripped me off my clothes and I was left in my underwear. I could see his eyes raking over my body and how his eyes lit up with lust obvious in them.

“Do you need to take off your underwear too?” He whispered in his deep voice and I nodded my head animatedly.

He took off my bra and panties too and he seemed to take in my naked body. I felt my nipples turn rock hard under his intense stare.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He breathed and my face turned red.

I sat on the bed like a fool without having any idea of what to do.

Suddenly, Adrian’s lips was on mine and my back was against the bed with him on me. I kissed him back with the same vigour, our lips engaging in a battle of dominance in which he won. His hands roamed all over my body, massaging my boobs and tweaking my nipples.

My hands found their way to his shirt and I started unbuttoning it. It was like the moment I had been secretly wishing for was finally coming through. I finally succeeded in taking Adrian’s shirt off and I allowed my hands to roam all over his chest and back, pulling him closer to me. He moved his mouth away from mine and trailed it down my chest to my breast and he took a nipple into his mouth and began sucking like he was expecting milk to come out of it.

He sucked my boobs for minutes, switching between the right and the left while I played with his nipples. I was about to unbuckle his belt when he seemed to come to his senses because he suddenly flinched and moved away from me like I was burning him.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry!” He stated apologizing frantically while I looked at him in confusion.

“What are you sorry for?” I asked.

“Trying to have sex with you when you’re not in your right state of mind. You’re drunk so this might as well be considered rape.” He said and it was obvious that he was freaking out.

“Calm down, Adrian. You’re not raping me. I’m enjoying this just as much as you, so what are you saying?”

“No no no. If we want to have sex, I want you to be in your right state of mind and give me consent. Not when you’re drunk and would barely remember anything in the morning.” He uttered.

“But you’ve made me all wet and horny, what am I supposed to do about that?!” I cried out.

I can’t believe that I just said that. Again, I blame it on the alcohol.

“Don’t worry about it, just go to sleep. The horniness will go away in a few minutes.” He said calmly.

“This is so not fair!” I whined like a kid.

“Shhh, just go to sleep.” He said as he covered my naked body with the duvet.

“You’ll pay for this.” I murmured lowly as my eyes began to flutter close. The alcohol was taking the better of me and made me feel sleepy.

“I know. I regret not doing this too.” I heard him whisper.

The last thing I remembered before finally drifting off into a dreamless sleep was Adrian kissing me on the forehead and saying “good night” before walking out of my room.

TBC