Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law

Judy's POV

"There you are! Come on, you need to catch up," Irene said as she placed another shot in front of me. I sat at the bar and took the shot, wincing at the sting as it hit my throat. She chuckled at my expression before taking another shot herself. "God, I hate these parties," she started to slur.

"Charity events?" I asked her, kind of surprised. These parties were in her element; I thought she loved dressing up and meeting up with other rich people.

"Anything that has to do with stuck up rich assholes," she muttered, taking a sip of her wine and rolling her eyes. "I always hated this kind of thing."

"I never knew that," I told her. I felt the buzz of the alcohol making my head a bit cloudy. I looked around at my surroundings and saw how gorgeous everybody was; they were all mingling among themselves and laughing at stuff that probably wasn't even all that funny.noveldrama

My eyes found Gavin on the other side of the room, Rachel by his side. They were speaking to a few men in suits, men I didn't recognize, but they looked as if they were all old friends... including Rachel. She was laughing at their chokes and putting her hand on their arms as she spoke, making the men blush and chuckle. I couldn't help but roll my eyes; and the fact that Gavin just stood there and didn't do anything about it for some reason annoyed me even more.

Like if he was going to be in a relationship with a woman, at least act like it.

I turned away from him before he caught me staring. Irene noticed the expression on my face and glanced over at her father.

"He's so stupid sometimes," she muttered, rolling her eyes for the hundredth time. "Take another shot with me and forget about him."

She ordered another round; the bartender stared between the two of us for a moment, hesitating about pouring another round of shots. But Irene pulled out a giant wad of cash and slammed it on the counter, making his eyes widen. Without a word, he poured the shots and slid them in front of us.

Irene laughed when he walked away. She raised her glass to mine, and we clinked.

"To forgetting men," she cheered a bit too loudly, making me cackle with laughter.

The tequila was definitely having an effect on me.

We downed the shot glasses, this one going down a lot smoother than the previous ones.

Suddenly, I was feeling bold.

"Let's dance," I told her, knowing my voice was a bit louder than usual, but she didn't seem to notice. She looked at me excitedly and grinned as she grabbed my hand.

"Let's do it," she agreed, pulling me off the bar stool and towards the dance floor.

The dancing we did was not

appropriate for this type of event, or the music being played. But in our drunken state, we both found it to be

hilarious. We laughed until our be

hurt. She started off with the chicken dance and then ended attempting to

break dance. I did some fame ballet moves and then attempted a split, which landed me on the ground, laughing.

We were so caught up in our own drunken stupor and lame dance moves that we didn't even notice that half the audience was watching us. Most of them looked horrified, but at the moment, neither Irene nor I cared.

Before I knew what was happening, a firm hand wrapped around my wrist. The entire room was spinning, and I couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out of me. I barely noticed that was being dragged away from the dance floor.

As soon as the cool night's air hit my skin, I realized we were now outside. Irene was by my side, her wrist also being held captive.

"You're such a party pooper!" She complained, her words slurring on her tongue.

It took me a minute to register who she was talking to.

"Are you out of your mind, Irene?! You knew how important this event was, and you made a mockery of it," Gavin's voice rang through, echoing through the busy streets. "You owe Elana an apology once you sober up."

"Yeah, yeah," Irene said, rolling her eyes. "Sue me for having some fun and letting loose with my friend. Sorry that I don't have a stick up my ass like the rest of these rich assholes."

"You are out of line," Gavin seethed.

"I got their coats," another voice said

from nearby. Everything was spinning and I was seconds away from losing everything I had eaten and drank; sweat started to form on my forehead, and my breathing came out in short gasps.