Chapter 3 That Brunette...

Chapter 3

Roman's POV

The sound of unfiltered laughter coming from the room filled with guys does nothing to dull my curious mind.

I may have encountered many types of women some seem to be somewhat pleasant while others are not so memorable

But the lady in the dressing room has managed to captivate my attention.

All, or should I say most women master the art of putting and strutting in heels but seeing her try and fail miserably?

That makes her one of a kind

Seeing how she fell helplessly, I'm supposed to be amused or perhaps reach out a helping hand but instead, an unfamiliar feeling tucked at my heart as I stayed in silence.

When I broke the silence by answering a question she asked herself, that seemed to startle her

Seeing her figure seated on that floor made me want to rush over to her side. But because I was uncertain about what her reaction would be, I retreated watching her while enjoying the comfort the silence came with.

When she stood up and gracefully turned, I was met with the most delectable piece of ass

Her green orbs made me want to stare all day long

The ponytail gracefully swept her brunette hair with bangs framing her beautiful face

Her mouth formed an oval shape as she stared at me, seemingly liking what she is seeing but all I could picture was that mouth on my cock.

I could picture her on her knees giving me a blowjob that would send me straight to the heavens due to the pleasure.

Those lips....

Fuck!

They were soft and plump as I wondered how they would taste.

My blood went south and heat rushed to my groin.

My fingers were itching to bend her over that vanity table and show her how bad she was messing with me.

To avoid saying or doing anything drastic, I cleared my throat breaking our staring contest.

She seemed to be embarrassed that she was staring with her mouth agape as she lowered her head muttering something incoherent that I almost barked out a laugh but restrained.

Taking what she taught was the perfect excuse, her ass swayed as she walked away.

Feeling the need to draw her back, I asked about her wellbeing and offered her a massage for her probably sprained ankle.

When I walked close to her, I used that voice that made many girls melt and I had no doubt that it affected her because she seemed to be struggling with self control.

Her purse fell and we simultaneously bent to pick it, her hands brushing in the process.

The jolt of electricity as her hand brushed mine was unmistakable and she immediately distanced herself from me

"Hey Roman my man yuh refused a few chicks. What's up? Yuh awright?" Jimmy asked chugging down his beer while he offered me a bottle

"Yeah, not just in the mood I guess" I replied corking the bottle open before taking a well needed sip as I sighed

That brunette got me so riled up that I forgot what the word fun is

"A girl on your mind, I guess. She a hard nut to crack?" Jimmy pestered on while the guys kept on playing beer pong

"Nah, not really" I lied trying to avoid the conversation

"Hey Rome, come join us nigga" Walsh urged as noise erupted from the table

Might as well find something to forget about her, for now

"What yuh playing?" I tried making use of the famous Bajan accent I've been hearing since I landed in Barbados

"Okay, here's the game" Nate began. "It's pretty simple, you gotta keep a couple of bucks here everyone will do that and then you walk up to a girl we choose in this club and get her number. If you succeed, you get all the money stacked up but if you lose, you lose your money" he finished off

"Oh.... and everybody gotta get a number" he added

"doesn't that seem a little too highschool-ish?" I commented with disinterest

"C'mmon, it Chris' last night being single. We gotta make it worth it". Walsh urged on "okay Gus take your numbers, I'm 1" Nate began

"2" Walsh answered

"3" Jimmy echoed

"4" Wilder, the usually quiet one bellowed

"5" I continued with a nonchalant smirk

"Guys, I don't think I should join in this, I mean I'm engaged. Not sure I can walk up to a random girl and ask for her number" Chris defended weakly as he looked at me for support but all I could do was to give him a lazy smirk to which he rolled his eyes

"Bruh, you're not even married yet but plus ain't asking you to have sex with them, just a flirty conversation, her number and a make out session if you're so lucky" Nate grinned, his face matching that of a cheshire cat

"A number and a make out session??? God no! If Kelly finds out about this, she gon' castrate me alive, you know how riled up she gets." Chris exclaimed

"No offense man, but Kelly is one crazy bitch" Walsh commented earning a deadly glare from Chris who looked like he was about to explode

"I take that back" Walsh muttered wallowing into his seat

"You better" Chris growled

The game began excluding Chris who served as the spectator

I have to admit, it was really fun watch Walsh get slapped by a girl after he kept trailing her for her number.

Watching Nate trying to unhook a drunk and persistent girl who mistook a kiss for a make out session was Worth the game

Quiet Wilder was frightened after a crazy lady chugged lemonade down his chest only to lick it back

Jimmy was not spared either as his face was designed with the sole of a pissed off lady's heels

It was now my turn.

"Roman you see that hot chick with white hair over there, that's your forte" Nate ordered as I dropped a reasonable amount before moving over to my task.

The lady was engrossed in a conversation with a guy that she seemed cozy with

I cursed Nate, seething with anger as I knew I'd have to get the man out of the way first.

Scanning the room, I ordered a margarita and walked towards them.

I walked recklessly and intentionally poured the soda on the guy making it look like a mistake

"Oh fuck! I'm so sorry man, it's an honest mistake I rasped out pretending to be shocked

I'm sure the guys are having a blast watching me create this drama

"It's okay" the guy played it cool "I'm gonna go to the bathroom to take care of this. He gestured to his clothes and walked away

Great!

Standing at where the man was, I ordered two glass of Soda before having a good look at my task.

She was busty with pouty lips and a hot face good for a decent blowjob

I stared at her some more until she blurted a what the fuck do you want

Not scared by that, I sweet talked her and in just a few seconds, she was smiling and flirting back.

Well, that was easy

As my order was served, I passed her a glass and we resumed our discussion until I felt a heavy tap on my back

Brushing it off, I assumed it was one of the strippers who were looking for a guy

A loud bang on my head was all it took for me to turn and see who the hell hit me that hard

Wit furious anger, I turned ready to pounce on that person only to see that it was the white chick's buddy

Fuck! Walsh, Nate and the guys must be laughing their brains out

The guy's anger reflected in his eyes as he clenched and unclenched his fist

"It was a mistake" I said walking away to avoid trouble but the man was hell bent in having a heart

He threw a punch in my shoulder, I docked and without hesitation, I slammed my fist into his cheeks and he spat out blood.

Security became alert, they came to get the culprit

There was only one thing I knew I could do right then

Run!!!

Quickly, I made for the back door running with great speed but unfortunately, the club was heavily guarded they caught up with me.

I was taken taken to jail and what surprised me the most was seeing all the other guys right in there with me

"Hey mate" Walsh greeted dryly "had fun with the white chick?" he asked sarcastically

"This is not how I planned my bachelorette party to go" Chris groaned in annoyance burning his face in his lap

"Once upon a time, Nate introduced a game to us and it was so fun that we ended up in jail" Jimmy exclaimed in a high pitch voice.

There was no doubt that he was drunk

"C'mmon guys, it was fun" Nate defended. "But look at the bright side, you had the opportunity to spend a night in jail" he remarked earning deadly glares from all of us

"Yeah, fun enough so we could get stuck here and miss the wedding" Wilder mused

"Oh no" Chris shrieked "that can't happen, Kelly is probably gonna cut my head and put it on a platter" He said seemingly horrified

"We wouldn't have ended up here if only Roman knew how to get a girl" Walsh remarked coyly.

"You mean like how you got ten years of your life slapped off?" I sarcastically replied

"Say that one more time and..." Walsh threatened but was cut off by Chris

"We're supposed to be looking for a way out of this, not biting each other's head off" Chris chastised

"I think I have a phone in my boxers or something" Wilder searched and brought out a phone

"Wait.... you put your phone in your boxers? I asked amused

"Like you put cigarettes in your shoes?" Wilder retorted with a sly grin earning a chuckle from the guys.

"Touche" I muttered as my mind drifted off to the brunette in the dressing room

Wilder made some calls and after a few more torturing hours, we were out of this hell hole.

The ride back home was silent, only a few grunts from Chris.

We got out of the car to get some few hours of sleep in preparation for the big day

"And one more thing" Chris began "None of the ladies have to hear this. Whatever happened, stays between us. Bro code" He said

All the guys muttered in agreement

Now it was time to find the brunette who had managed to steal my attention.

I sighed in exhaustion of today's event.

So much for a bachelorette party!