Free Open Your Eyes by Jani Kay Page A

the back of her hand brushing over my skin. Fuck, it felt so good.
    Ding Dong. T he doorbell. Our heads jerked toward the sound in unison. Who the hell…? Raucous giggling followed.
    N o! Not now!
    Natalie ’s eyes widened, but she gained her composure first. She scrambled to her feet, grabbed her clothing off the floor and rushed down the passageway, looking for the bathroom.
    “Just a minute!” I growled as I looked down at my erection, still half -mast and definitely not ready to settle down. What the fuck was I going to do about that?
    I pulled my shirt back on as well as my pants , rearranging my dick so it lay flat against my pelvis. It throbbed painfully, screaming for release. I grabbed a thick sweater hanging on the hook in the entrance hall and pulled it over my head to hide the lump in my pants. The lump in my throat was going to be harder to disguise.
    Frustration seething, I combed my hands through my hair and padded my way to the door. The two young ladies burst in giggling. What the fuck? My driver, Hank, stood behind them. I shot him a look to kill. Why had he brought them back this soon? I had given clear instructions to not be disturbed. I needed time, alone, with Natalie. Now they were standing here on my doorstep. Damn .
    Hank sensed my anger and quickly explained, “They were having too much to drink , sir. And then two gentlemen approached and invited them to go home with them. I thought it safer to deposit them back here, even if it was a bit early, to be on the safe side.”
    “Thank you , Hank. It was the right decision given the circumstances,” I acknowledged with a nod. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief and tipped his cap as he retreated.
    “ You , young ladies, come inside,” I ordered.
    Olivia stumbled inside, nearly tripping over her own feet. Sarah thought it was hilarious and laughed out loud, snorting. I could see why Hank was concerned. They were plastered.
    “My mother…where is she? I don’t want her to see me like this… ” Olivia slurred.
    “ Take Olivia to the guest room,” I instructed Sarah as I put an arm around Olivia to steady her. She squeezed my bicep with both of her tiny hands.
    “Oh, what strong arms you have, Nick. No wonder my mother likes you .” She started another bout of uncontrollable giggling.
    “Sick. I'm going to be sick,” Sarah wailed, her complexion a shade of green. I grabbed her around the waist and dragged the m both to the guest bathroom.
    Natalie came down the passageway. “What’s going on here?” Her gaze shot to the girls, and she instantly knew the answer. She jumped forward, caught and lifted her daughter’s hair just as Olivia lurched forward and hurled into the basin. Sarah wriggled free from my grip and sank down to the floor, hugging the toilet as she vomited into it.
    I watched , stupefied. I’d never seen Sarah drunk. She went out and partied, but I had never seen her slaughtered like this. Usually she had a few drinks, but she was always a perfectly behaved young lady. I shook my head in disbelief.
    “A wet cloth please , Nick?” Natalie's soft words floated through the fog in my brain. I jumped into action and found the basket with facecloths, running two of them under cold water. I followed her lead and wiped Sarah’s face with the wet cloth as she wiped Olivia’s.
    After a while, the girls settled down and we virtually dragged them to the spare bedroom, depositing each of them into a double bed. The girls were out cold.
    P ulling her into my embrace, I wrapped my arms around Natalie. She rested her head on my shoulder, fisting my sweater as she trembled. “I've never seen Olivia like this. I'm afraid, Nick. This isn’t just getting drunk. The way they are passed out cold suggests something else happened.”
    “What do you mean?” I was a street wise guy, but never having had kids of my own, I wasn’t used to handling situations like these.
    “Drugs. I mean drugs,” she whispered , dread in her voice.
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