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Chapter 7: Coca-cola

Adele and Elliot were playing with each other under the table! It was the only plausible explanation.

'That slut!' Brianna cursed in her mind as she stared daggers at Adele while inadvertently squeezing the life out of Daniel's hand.

Daniel winced and looked at his wife, "Babe, you're hurting my hand," but she wasn't paying him any attention.

Brianna's heart was filled with hate, jealousy, and rage when Adele's head disappeared behind the table and looked to be bobbing up and down. Her eyes bulged from her head as she thought, 'Is she giving him a blowjob?!'

"Brianna!" Daniel called a bit louder, and his wife finally tore her eyes away from Adele and Elliot, loosening her grip on Daniel's hand in the process.

Daniel withdrew his aching hand. "You were squeezing the life out of my hand just now." He furrowed his brows as he massaged his hand, "Is everything okay?"

"Yea, everything's fine," Brianna lied with a smile. "Isn't it time for the wedding toast?" She was anxious to stop Adele and Elliot and expose Adele for the slut she really was.

How could she do such a lewd thing during her friend's wedding and even beside a governor?! What would her mother think? Brianna was so excited to find out.

However, what Brianna thought she saw actually wasn't what was happening. This is what was happening while she was burning with jealousy and rage.

After Adele drank all of Elliot's drink, she demanded that he give her more. "No," Elliot responded. He continued after the waitress refilled his glass with coca-cola, "You're not supposed to be drinking."

Adele frowned as she watched him unscrew the cork on the hip flask. "You're not supposed to be drinking either," she rebutted.

"I'm a grown man," Elliot told her while pouring the bourbon into his drink.

Adele gasped before saying, "And I'm a grown woman." She took her glass of water from the table, "Now, give me some."

Elliot hummed, appearing deep in thought, "If you're a grown woman, why do you care that your mother wants you to stop drinking?"

"I don't actually care. I'm doing this against my will," Adele told him in a whisper. "What the hell am I supposed to do? She banned me from all the bars in this stupid hotel, and the staff, irritatingly enough, is wrapped around her pinky finger and can't be bought."

Elliot laughed in response as he took a drink from his glass.

Adele glared at him, "It's not funny."

"It's kind of funny," he responded as he added some more bourbon to his drink.

"Give me some, or I'll tell your psychiatrist you've been drinking," Adele threatened.

Elliot released a low chuckle, "As if I give a damn." He brought the champagne flute to his lips, "Go right ahead."

Adele pursed her lips in response, but noticing that he was distracted by his drink, she thought to take advantage. Her blue eyes went between Elliot's face and the stainless steel hip flask in his hand, calling out to her, begging her to take it.

With a quick swipe of the hand, she grabbed it, but the small steel bottle was firmly in Elliot's hold. The prince finished his drink and put his glass on the table before asking, "Whatcha doing there, beautiful?"

Adele kept a firm hold on the bottle; she had no intention of letting go. With a smile that didn't reach her menacing eyes, she threatened, "Let go of the flask, handsome."

They held each other's stares as their hands disappeared behind the table. Elliot narrowed his eyes at the beautiful woman fighting him for his bourbon, "You're not letting go?"

Adele shook her head, "Nope."

She tugged the flask toward herself, but Elliot pulled right back. With a dry, humorless chuckle, he asked her, "Are we seriously doing this?"

Adele raised a challenging brow as she tugged the flask toward her again, "I guess so."

They tugged the flask back and forth underneath the table, looking around the room to ensure they weren't drawing any attention to themselves. However, they didn't see the pissed bride glaring at them from the opposite end of the table.

"Why are you being so stingy?" Adele questioned as she tugged. "I just want a little bit."

"I already gave you some, so let go," Elliot refuted.

Adele let go of the flask, "Fine."

Elliot narrowed his eyes at her; they'd only just met, but he didn't see her as the type to give up so easily. 'What is she up to?' he thought.

Shortly after he thought that, his eyes widened, and the flask fell from his hands when Adele suddenly touched his crotch. Fortunately, the floor was carpeted, so the flask's soft thud drowned in all the chatter.

Adele's small hand gripped Elliot's manhood, and a teasing smile formed on her lips as she whispered, "Oh wow, cowboy."

Elliot was still too stunned to move or speak even after Adele released him and said, "I'll go get it," before reaching under the table.

The poor prince learned the hard way that Adele liked playing dirty and was extremely good at it. 'Aren't virgins supposed to be innocent?' he thought. 'There must certainly be something seriously wrong with this woman.'

"Elliot," Adele called, taking the prince from his thoughts. "I'm stuck."

Her head bobbed up and down between his legs, painting an incredibly inappropriate picture to the outside eyes. Anyone who saw them in such a suggestive position would certainly misunderstand.

Elliot looked about the room to ensure no one was looking their way before asking, "What do you mean you're stuck?"

Adele tried moving her head, but..."I think my hair's caught in the table," she told him.

"What should I do?" Elliot asked her.

"Pat my head," Adele responded after taking a drink. "What do you think, you idiot?"

Elliot pursed his lips as he hmphed, "I'm not helping you with that attitude."

Adele took another drink as she rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'm sorry," she dryly apologized. "Since I must spell it out for you, Elliot, please detach my hair from the table."


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