Chapter 87 - 87

After James' death business became stable, and everything was running smoothly. Finally, Tristan has free time to see Ava. He looked at his phone and noticed she hasn't sent him one of her cutesy texts since lunch. It was strange. Ava checked in with him all the time. She would either call or text him to let him know where she was.

It was 8 pm, and she should be in her dorm. He calls her, and the phone just keeps on ringing until it reaches the voice mail. "Hmm…, that's a first. She usually answers right away," He had a feeling something was going on.

He calls her again, and this time he hears very loud music coming from her phone. 

"Tristaaaaan… wooh...," Ava screamed through her phone.

"Little one? Where are you?" Tristan asked, trying to hear her over the noise. 

"Where am I? Hmm… Where am I?" Ava questioned him in return.

"Be serious. Tell me where you are?" Tristan asked patiently.

"Pffff...I don't know,��� Ava giggled.

"Ava, give the phone to someone near you," Tristan was worried. It seemed like Ava was not herself.

"Hey, hey… you….he wants to talk to you," he could hear Ava saying to someone. The person said they were in a nightclub.

Tristan put two and two together, the loud music and Ava giggling too much. She was in a nightclub, and she was probably drunk. 

"What the…," he said, taking his keys. He wasted no time. He told Jack they had to go to the nightclub.

He was mad and worried at the same time. She couldn't be drunk. Who knows what type of people are at those clubs. Who dragged her there anyway?

Ava and Kelly decided to try something new, so they went to see this newly opened nightclub.

Both of them were dressed up to go clubbing. Ava wore a sleeveless black dress that clung to her body like a second skin. She paired it up with nude heels that showed off her long silky legs.

She enhanced her already beautiful eyes by applying a smokey eye. Her lips were softened by a nude lip color and her hair was curled up to frame her face.

Kelly, on the other hand, wore a silver mini skirt with a sleeveless black silk top, ditching her usual conservative look of jeans and oversized shirts. Her black, skinny heels gave her an extra height boost, elevating her to reach up to the shoulders of most men. She had lined her eyes with glitter and colored her lips red. She wanted to go for the bolder look.

They both looked very sexy, and a lot of men were ogling them on the sidelines. When they got there, all they wanted to do was to dance the night away. They promised to just have one alcoholic drink then they'd just have water or juice after.

Someone sent them drinks while they were on the dance floor, and they thought, well it was free, so why not enjoy it. They were not thinking clearly and thought they were given fruit juice because the colors were just like that. They were laughing a lot and enjoying their time, so they didn't think anything was amiss.

Tristan got to the club, and what he saw made his blood boil. He was getting angrier as he was walking near her.

Ava held her hands up while dancing to the music. She was running her hands through her hair and gyrating her body. There was a man that was standing too close to her, and it looked like they were dancing together.

The man was not touching Ava, but he was standing too close, and he had the look of lust in his eyes.

Tristan didn't need to look around to know that every man in the club was staring at Ava. They were plotting on how to take her home. He wanted to poke all their eyes out. They should not be looking at her if they know what's good for them.

Tristan got to where Ava was dancing and glared at the man beside her, willing him to go away. "Heeeyyyy… You look like my Tristan," Ava slurred. Tristan held onto her waist. She was starting to sway away from him.

"I am your Tristan," He said, clenching his teeth. "How much did you drink? Why don't you even know that I'm really here? Oh, Ava!" He said, pressing his lips in a thin line.

"Reeaaaalllllyyyyy …..," Ava asked, slurring again and pinching his cheeks to confirm he was standing in front of her.

"Hehehe... It's Tristan," She smilingly said while putting her arms around his neck.

Ava's eyes were glossy, and her cheeks were very red. She was rubbing her face on Tristan's chest, calling his name over and over again, saying something unintelligible. 

She was rubbing herself too much on him, and he was getting turned on. He has never seen her act this way, and it made him forget he was angry. All he wanted to do was to take her right here on the dance floor. He almost forgot where he was.

Tristan pushed her away from him a bit and asked, "Why are you here? Don't you know how dangerous this place can be?" Tristan frowned.

"I didn't come alone. Kelly is here," Ava said, trying to justify herself.

Tristan looked around for Kelly and saw her sitting on the sofa with Jack. Tristan frowned. They looked like they were familiar with each other. But that's beside the point. He had Ava to take care of right now.

"You were dancing with another man," Tristan expressed his jealousy and pulled her waist towards him a little harshly.

She just swayed towards him like it was nothing. "Which man? There was no man..," Ava said, confused. She really had no idea there was a man beside her.

It was Ava and Kelly's first time to consume alcohol. They had no idea. They were already drunk, by the time they finished their first drink.

"Ava, do you know what would have happened if I didn't come?" Tristan hugged her closer to him. He kissed her head, it scared him to even think about it.

"Hmm….," Ava turned her head to look at him.

"God, I just want to take you from here and hide you in my house forever," Tristan declared possessively. Giving her another tight squeeze. He pulled away and looked at her face.

"What do you have to say for yourself," he asked. His eyes, searching her face. "Maybe I should just kiss you and take you home and spank you," he thought to himself. 

She smiled, "Is this the huuuuuge house? Play games? Yeah," Ava said, enthusiastically drunk.

Tristan's face softened. He knows that whatever he says now will be wasted. He was going to scold her tomorrow morning after she sobered up.

Ava saw the server coming by with drinks and grabbed one of them. Tristan took it from her and placed it back on the server's tray.

"Bad meanie. I want juice," she pouted and complained. She was thirsty and wanted some more of the sour green juice.

"It's not juice, its alcohol," Tristan hissed. God, he should take her over his shoulder and get out of here. Who knows what else she wants to do.

"Liar! You want juice. Give me….," Ava said, she was starting to blabber.

"There's a lot of juice in my house. Let's go," Tristan said, consoling her. He was trying to steer her away from the dance floor so they can start leaving.

"Hmm…," Ava said, trying to get out of Tristan's grasp. "I want to dance," Ava had a new agenda.

"No! Let's go!" Tristan tried to hold on to her and steer her to the door.

No more dancing. "Does she have any idea how hot she looked when she was dancing?" Tristan mused. He was going to have a heart attached if she keeps this up.

"Whyyyyyy... Let's dance...dance, dance," Ava started to whine. She seems to do the opposite of what he wants her to do.

"Because you're a bad dancer," Tristan lied. He thought maybe this will stop her. Make her feel bad so she won't do it again. 

Ava pouted but then after a few seconds, she started smiling. She turned around and asked the man behind her, "Am I a bad dancer?"

"Oh baby no… you dance…..," That guy turned away when he saw Tristan glaring at him. He was one of the guys at the bar. He was staring at her, thinking of how to dance with her.

"You are too brave to ask another man in front of me," Tristan held her arm and turned her around. She was not aware of the rage in his eyes, and he was ready to kill anybody who would dare come close to her.

"Hmph! I wanted you to know… that I... am not.... a bad dancer," Ava said. She had no idea why he was angry.

"Let's go home. You can show me your dance there," Tristan snapped.

"Okay, okay, okay. I need... a partner... Will you... dance with me," Ava pouted. Running her fingers playfully up his chest.

"Yes, I will," Tristan said. He knew placating her was the best thing he could do right now. Having her grab another man will have catastrophic consequences.

"Yay…," Ava happily clapped her hands.

"Hey! This is my favorite song," Ava started to sing along with a few people. Some of her lyrics were wrong, and it made her laugh harder. She was enjoying herself, and it made him smile. It has been such a strange night. How could he stay mad when she was this cute.

He did what his heart wanted him to do and kissed her. They were both sucking aggressively on each other's lips right there in front of everyone. She tasted like sweet and sour lemon candy. He was intoxicated, and he just couldn't stop.

"Hmm…," Ava was squirming against him. Passionately kissing him back. She started to run her fingers through his hair. Trying to get closer to him than she already was. She had so much energy. It was like she didn't even want to come up for air.

Tristan started to roam his hands on her body. He ran his arm up and down her sides, grazing her breasts. He couldn't get enough, so he started squeezing her ass, pulling her closer to his body.

He started to run his hand down her leg to bring it up to his waist when he remembered where he was.

Both of them were breathing very heavily. Their eyes were clouded with desire. 

He needed a few seconds to compose himself. He leaned his forehead on hers to get his breathing back to normal. 

"Let's go home, my love," Tristan whispered into her ear and placed a small kiss on top of her head.

"Hmm Hmm," Ava said, hugging him more tightly.

Tristan looked around and made his way to where Kelly was. She was laying on the sofa just as drunk as Ava, so he ordered Jack to take care of Kelly and make sure to drop her off at the dorm. Jack was more than happy to obey Tristan's command.

Ava was too drunk to make it to their car, so Tristan removed his coat, wrapped it around Ava's body, and carried her in his arms.