The Last Laugh

Chapter 18

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That night I returned to the house after a few drinks at a bar. I went up to my room and lay down.

It had been quite a strange day. Having seen Christina, brought back a lot of memories from the past.

Bad and traumatising ones. It reminded me of how much I'd been humiliated and maltreated. Christina

had to pay. And if Sawyer was still the same annoying person, she would pay for her own part.

As for Heather, I still had to meet her face to face. I needed to see her. Would she recognise me? Was

it risky to tell her who I really was when I'd meet her?

I thought and thought.

"I have to get that job offer." I told myself.

***

Sawyer's POV

Once home, mom and I went to our rooms to change into more comfortable clothes. The chef had

cooked a delicious meal. Couldn't wait to eat.

I changed into a pair of tiny shorts and a T-shirt before going downstairs.

Mom was already seated at the table. I joined her.

"What did the chef cook?"

"I don't know but it looks delicious. Probably one of his secret specialities." mom replied, taking the

cover off the dish. True that the meal looked delicious.

"Do you know at what time Heather will be back?" she asked

"Well–"

I was interrupted when Heather came into the living room.

"Hi, ma." she kissed my mother and then turned to me, "Hey, cutie" she hugged me.

"Hey." I smiled.

"How was your day, dear?" mom asked when she took a seat.

"It was okay. Hmm, this looks delicious." she referred to the food.

We served ourselves and began eating. Then I remembered all the hot guys that came earlier for the

interview. I wondered which mom would chose.

"So ma, who's got the competence to become secretary amongst all those who came?" I asked

"Oh, it was today?" Heather asked.

"Yeah."

"Nice. So mom, have you made your choice?" she asked.

"Um, quite."

"Who?" I asked

"You'll see. I'll tell you tomorrow after I've called the person I chose."

"Oh, okay."

**

ACE'S POV

I got up from sleep due to the loud ring of my phone. Exhausted, I stretched out and picked my phone.

It was an unknown number. I picked it up.

"Hello?" I asked tired.

"Yes, hello. Ace stonewall?"

"Present." I was still sleepy and didn't realise a lot about the moment.

"You start work on Monday Mr. Stonewall."

"Whut?"

"You've been given the job at P.W. See you Monday."

"Really? Thanks." I hung up and went back to sleep. Because of tiredness and sleep, I hadn't realised

that the news I'd just received was a very good one.

*

I woke up some hours later. I got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to clean up.

After a fresh bath, I wore my boxers and jeans the hung my shirt over my shoulder.

I went downstairs and got myself some coffee.

The day seemed to be a beautiful one. I sipped some coffee and walked to the kitchen's window to

admire the outside.

And that's when I remembered the morning call by Christina's personal assistant. I had the job. I was

too sleepy to realise it in the early morning.

A smirk formed on my lips.

"To your downfall, Christina Welds." I said to myself before taking another sip of my coffee.

*

Christina's POV"

"I chose Ace stonewall." I told my daughters the next day.

"Who's That?" Heather asked.

"Is it that hot blonde guy?" Sawyer asked.

"No. It's the guy you met in my office."

"Oh, that one. I knew it!" Sawyer exclaimed, "He is charismatic with beautiful eyes. He's the youngest

among all those who came for the offer."

"How old?" Heather asked.

"Twenty four. And he's smart too. Quiet, serious and he doesn't smile much." I told them.

Sawyer turned to her sister and wriggled her brows.

"He's hot." she stated.

"Surely your type." Heather replied. I rolled my eyes.

"Don't start." I told them firmly.

***

That same Saturday night, I went to the club with Keith and most of my friends from the fraternity.

Most of us had succeeded in getting our desired jobs and saw it as a perfect reason to celebrate. I

couldn't say no to the guys. They wouldn't even let me.

We went to one of the most popular clubs in town. And once there, we reserved the VIP section with

the best champagne, wine and tequila.

We drank and laughed.

"Dudes, we're all gonna be rich and successful! It's a fucking fact!" Jon, one of the guys said, half

drunk. We all laughed and agreed. We all were quite drunk to an extent.

"Cheers!!" I said and raised my glass.

"Cheers!" they all replied and raised their glasses too before taking long sips.

"Dude, (hiccup) you should get drunk often." Tim said, referring to me while filling his glass.

"Yeah, you laugh and smile more when you drink your dead ass out!"

The boys burst out laughing and I joined them.

"Shut up." I said weakly with a smile. "I wouldn't be here if y'all didn't force me..."

"You needed it, buddy." Keith said, patting my shoulder.

The boys drank some more but I didn't join. I leaned into my chair and closed my eyes. I was tipsy and

the alcohol threatened to get a greater part of me. I couldn't let that happen. I had to drive my ass back

home safely.

"Hey dude, you daydreaming?" one of the boys teased and they all laughed at me. I opened my eyes

and smirked at them.

"Just trying to increase my chances of living tonight. And y'all should do same. And drop the drinks. We

all got cars."

"Man you're strong." Tim said.

"Even drunk, you're still a killjoy." Keith teased and we all laughed. "Relax, buddy. Everything's gonna

be fine." he added.

"Oh, I know what can relax us all." Jon said with a mischievous grin before standing and leaving the

VIP section.

Some moments later, he returned with six pretty girls.

"Oooooh! Now you're talking!" Nate said happily before pulling over one of the girls to sit on his lap,

"You're gonna make daddy proud tonight, aye?"

The girl bit her lip seductively and caressed his arms and shoulders.

"Of course."

Each of the guys took a girl.

"Hey, Ace! This one's for you!" Keith pushed over the last but most beautiful girl to me. She came over

and sat on my lap.

"Guys, I–" I started but was interrupted by Nate.

"You nothing, bro! You Nada! Dude what's your problem?? " he asked and they laughed.

"Dude, you've had sex only once! That's almost still being a virgin. Give it another try. I mean look at

that hottie. She's darn ready."

"Yeah. We gave you the prettiest. Dude, don't waste your luck."

I rolled my eyes. I had had sex more than once in my life and that was just because at times I had to

fulfill my desires. I was still human. Nothing special. It wasn't something I thought one should brag

about and the fact that I never spoke of it, the guys thought I'd only had sex once. Keith even teased

me saying I'd never even had it.

The thing is, I hadn't found a girl that could drive me and my senses crazy during sex. And so, it was

always boring on my side, yet the girls I'd made out with had described me as the best they'd ever had.

I gave them the pleasure they wanted, yet, I didn't receive it in return.

"Fine. If I give in, promise you idiots won't try to force me to make out with more girls." I said.

"We swear, dude." they replied in chorus. Fucking liars.

"Fine."

The girl on my lap looked at me and slowly gave her lip a lick.

"Good choice, hottie." she caressed my chest.

"Now that that's done, I heard the club's got private cabinets. Here!" Matt said taking out some

condoms from his pocket and aiming one at each of us.

"Now let's get to work." they all left the VIP section with their girls. The girl on my lap stood up and held

my hand. She then led me out of the section too.

***

I woke up Sunday morning as tired as ever. I got out of bed and went straight to the shower. As I Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

showered, my back hurt a little. I remembered how the girl at the club had drug her sharp nails into my

back when we were in the private cabinets. She was crazy.

I soon finished cleaning up.

I hoped for the day to pass on quickly. I was more than ready for Monday.