Chapter 45: Chapter 45

"You better do just that!" She snapped. She made an abrupt U-turn heading for her door.

"Or…"

She paused and turned back to face the guy when he started speaking again.

"... I was thinking that maybe you should scold them in person, they'll probably take that seriously." He proposed.

She stared at him for a moment, weighing the option of walking into a room of probably drunk men and trying to knock some sense into their heads. Damn, the idea sounded exciting but what about the outcome.

Would they even take her seriously? After all she was just a woman craving some sleep.

Talking about sleep, if she had to get the sleep that she wanted, she probably had to do some mommy scolding.

"Aight, " she finally agreed after a moment of contemplation.

He opened the door wider and held it as she stepped in.

This room wasn't that much different from hers, just a little bit bigger. There was buzz everywhere, a half eaten cake on the table, five half naked guys in the room, excluding the one who just led her in, claiming to be the groom's brother.

Only one guy was in a bathrobe, he sat on the bed and leaned back with his legs apart, he had a half glass of white wine in his hand. His hair was dark too and he had the same strong jawline as that of the guy who opened the door. She assumed him to be the groom.

The men were all smiles and lousily laughing, but when she stepped in, they all sort of paused in their actions. All the lousy laughing she'd been hearing before, abruptly stopped, only the music could be heard.

She stared at each of them, they stared back at her, nobody uttered a single word until…

"Hey boys…" the handsome dark haired guy clapped his hands, catching everyone's attention. "This beautiful lady is tired and needs some rest, apparently, we seem to be disturbing her."

"You don't seem to be disturbing me, you are disturbing me. I've been here twice, by the way." She said, focusing her gaze on the first guy who answered the door, Boris.

"Hey, I'm Bradley, you can call me Brad." The guy in the bathrobe stood up gracefully from the bed and extended his hand as he walked towards her.

She did check him out for a sec, with her eyes lingering a little longer on his bulge, which was clearly noticeable giving that his robe was loosely tied and he had on only his boxers.

She stretched her hand. "Jennifer." He gave her a firm handshake.

She had no idea why she said a fake name though.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you, we'll keep it low." Brad said politely.

"Eric, please turn the volume down a little."

"Thank you, hope it stays this way." She turned to leave.

They did not completely turn off the music, at least it was low enough.

"Actually, I was hoping you can join us for a drink, just to finalize the apology." Brad added, causing her to pause in her tracks. " If you do not mind though." He gave her the choice.

"It'll help soothe the tiredness, trust me."

He walked over to the table, got an empty glass and poured wine half filling the glass.

"Here…" he offered her a glass of wine.

She hesitated for a second. She really wanted this drink right now, but wasn't sure if it was the right idea.

"We just can't let a beautiful woman like you go to bed mad at us." He insisted.

"Aight, just a glass."

He nodded.

She took the glass and gulped it down in one go.

"Shit! It tastes good." She commented, with a smile.

"Yes!" The other guys cheered.

"Do you want a refill?" Boris was the one to ask this time, she still held the empty glass in her hand.

"Nope, I think I'm good."

"Com'on, you really look like you could use more than one drink right now." Another guy added, whom she later got to know as Greg. He was the shortest in the group but still had the average male height. Standing beside him was Shawn, who looked like the introvert in the group.

"I'm afraid it might turn into just more than a drink." She laughed off.

"However you want it, we owe you, right boys?" Boris said. "A little fun might help with the exhaustion of the day."

"Do I really look that exhausted?" She asked, gauging each of their reactions.

"Exhausted but still sexy." She turned to the owner of the voice. It was only after his comment that she realized that she had only her nightie on, it barely covered her butt. She'd left in a hurry and had forgotten her robe.

"Paul," he introduced himself, stretching out his hand when he got close to her.

"Nice meeting you." She blushed visibly from his comment as they both exchanged a handshake.

"I'm good at massaging though, I can give you a quick massage if you don't want the wine." Paul said.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes please, sit down."

He gently placed his glass on the table and walked up behind her.

He placed his strong hands on her shoulder and began massaging it slowly, exerting just the right amount of pressure so as not to crush her tiny shoulders.

"Oh, yeah. This feels damn good." She moaned and relaxed her muscles. She laid back until her head rested against his abdomen. She was enjoying every bit of his touch. It was soothing as he promised, but yet erotic.

His hand traveled from her shoulder down to her upper chest, he kept on caressing her.

She would unconsciously moan aloud, and with her eyes closed, she failed to see how aroused the atmosphere in the room had turned