Husband With Benefits
Chapter 310: Hot Ian

Chapter 310: Hot Ian

Ian shot a disapproving glance at his brother, who was actively supporting his wife, and then shifted his gaze to the other girl who, by all accounts, was meant to be under his care.

Instead of picking her up, he crossed his arms in front of him and questioned," Why do I have to give up my night because your wife’s best friend drank too much?"

"Because you are the best man." Demetri shrugged as Nora poked him in the shoulder gesturing for him to lean down so that she could climb on his back.

"Of course, I am the best man but what does have to do with taking care of... her."

Demetri shot a look at Ian and clarified," You are the best man for my wedding, and she is the maid of honor. It is your responsibility to help her with the wedding arrangements which is what they have started today. So, you take care of her and I’ll be taking my wife home."

Before Ian could say more, Demetri had picked up his wife and disappeared from the restaurant leaving him with the inebriated Isabella. Gently, he crouched down in front of her and said," Come now, drunken beauty. Time to take you back to the castle."

Isabella opened her eyes and looked at the handsome man in front of her face. Grinning, she asked him," Oh. You are so handsome. What’s your name you hot man?"

Ian grinned at that. Isabella was quite like Nora. No filter on their mouths. "My name is Ian."

"Hi, Hot Ian. My name is Bella."

"Beautiful Bella. It’s time to take you home."

"Ian, do you have a girlfriend?"

Ian Frost almost rolled his eyes. It seems drunk Isabella was flirtier than the sober one. As she leaned closer, her alcohol-laden breath hitting his face, he leaned back a bit, feeling a headache coming on. "No, I don’t have a girlfriend. Now, your address?"

Isabella cocked her head and frowned," Uhh, I don’t know."

Ian shook his head and gently helped her up," Come on girl. We’ll sort out your address on the way home."

As he helped her up, Isabella lost her balance and leaned fell against his body. Ian stilled as he felt her press herself into him and reminded himself that he was a responsible man and not a perv.

Hurriedly, he put some distance between them and somehow half dragged half pushed her to his car. As the cold air hit her face, he watched her blink blearily and shake her head as she made a face. "Hey Isabella. Don’t you dare throw up in my car alright?"

"I do not throw up." Isabella pouted before complaining," Hot Ian, you’re a buzzkill."

"Good. My only job is to get you home safely. And nothing else. So get in girl."

As he gently placed her in the passenger seat and walked to the driver’s side, he cursed in his head. He should have asked Nora for Isabella’s address.

"Now, your add..."

Ian trailed off before he could finish his question. His passenger had fallen asleep and was now snoring lightly.

As he sat there trying to think of a way to find her address, Isabella suddenly opened her eyes and leaned over him.

In a surprisingly sober and coordinated move, her fingertips delicately brushed against his shoulder as she leaned over him, surrounding him with her scent.

Ian stilled as she leaned back, his seat belt clicking into place as she murmured," You shouldn’t drive without a seatbelt, Hot Ian."

And then she was asleep again. As his senses returned, Ian glanced at the girl beside him and sighed. What the heck was wrong with him? Why was he suddenly looking at Isabella differently? She was the same girl that they’d met last year and danced with. While she was fun to hand around, he had most certainly not been attracted to her.

In fact, he’d definitely seen some sparks flying between Erasmi and her. Maybe he’d been too long without a woman. He needed to go and look for one right away. Or he could attribute this madness to that absurd letter grandfather had left him.

With a frustrated sigh, he drove around the city, feeling the need to clear his head. Though that proved to be a difficult task since the girl kept shuffling, her dress riding up her thighs, distracting him with those long leg...

An hour of torture later, Isabella was still snoring away peacefully. Feeling hesitant about disturbing her, knowing she had travelled a long distance to come here, he could only continue to sigh.

Finally, unable to think of anything else, he decided to check her into a hotel but then stopped. What if she woke up in the middle of the night and walked out? Or threw up and choked on her own vomit?

With a frown, he changed directions and took her to the safest place he knew. His own home.

Ian pulled into his driveway and turned to the sleeping beauty in the passenger seat. In a hurry to now finish his task, he quickly walked around, carried her out of the car and into his home swiftly.

She snuggled against him, murmuring something unintelligible while rubbing her cheek against his shirt.

Once inside, he quickly settled her on the bed in the guest bedroom and pulled off her shoes, while avoiding looking at those inviting legs.

Once the shoes were off, he swaddled Isabella in the blanket like a baby and stepped back with a nod, admiring his handiwork. He’d trussed her up well, with only her face visible. Now she could sleep like a baby. Literally and he’d have made sure she was safe.

"Alright, Sleeping Beauty. I’ll see you in the morning."

With those last murmured words, Ian quickly slipped out of the room, vowing that he would go to the club and find himself a girl immediately. Little did he know that things would end up changing drastically come morning.

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