Fuck, I’m hard as fuck now.
“That is April’s best friend. You fuck her, and I’ll have to hear about it forever.” He shakes his head again. “I actually like Alexa and don’t need any added problems with my girl. So, stay away. Promise me!”
I nod. “Got it. I promise.” But as I say the words, she turns around, and a set of green eyes meet mine. I don’t look away. No reason to pretend I wasn’t just imagining fucking her in a church full of people.
The smile drops off her face, and she averts her eyes to her heels while pushing an imaginary piece of hair behind her ear. Then very slowly, she lifts her eyes to me once again to see if I’m still staring.
I see you, Alexa, and I want you.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” Alexa calls out to Jasmine, interrupting that memory of her. I didn’t act on it then. Too much was going on at the time. Now, she’s right here. Like God himself dropped her in my lap. If you believe in that sort of thing. I might have been raised in a church, but I’m sure as shit not religious.
“Okay.” Jasmine interlocks her arm with Alexa’s and pulls her from the bar.
I follow them, placing my hands in the pockets of my jeans. We clear the crowd and head down a dimly lit, narrow hallway. My eyes instantly drop to Alexa’s ass and the way it sways in her tight jeans. I can see the outline of her cell in her back pocket. She wears a black tank top that doesn’t quite reach the top of her jeans, showing me just a sliver of her tan skin and the two dimples right above her ass. Her bleach-blond hair is up in a messy bun, showing me the back of her neck just like last time. I imagine letting it down and wrapping my hand around it while holding her facedown with that ass up in the air while I pound into her pussy.
I just fucked a bitch last night. I shouldn’t be this worked up, but I am. My cock is hard, and my mind is in the gutter. I keep reminding myself she’s off-limits, but my dick doesn’t give a fuck.
The forbidden fruit sort of thing.
They both laugh as they stumble along and push the women’s bathroom door open. I step in behind them.
“Cross, we can pee on our own.” Jasmine’s laughter grows when she spots me following them.
“I’m sure you can,” I say just as I see a man standing in the corner. His eyes go straight to the girls, and I square my shoulders, ready to fuck him up if need be. I stalk to the last stall and open the door for them. “Go in together,” I order.
They giggle, thinking I’m overreacting, but thankfully obey. I turn, pressing my back to the now closed door and just stand there, making sure no one fucks with them.
A few minutes later, they open it up, and after washing their hands, we exit. A man I know by the name of Mitch exits the men’s restroom across the hallway from us at the same time we do. He comes to a stop, spotting us. “Alexa?”
She freezes, bringing Jasmine to a halt since they’re holding hands, but says nothing.
“Hey, babe.” He smiles at her.
Babe? I don’t remember her having anyone with her at the wedding. And she’s not wearing a ring because I looked. Hate to say that wouldn’t stop me anyway.
“I’ve been calling you.” He steps into her. “Just sent you a text.”
She takes a step back, bumping into me. I place my hands on her shoulders and pull her to my side, throwing my arm over her.
His eyes go to mine, and the smile drops off his face. “Cross?” He looks back at her. “Are you dating him?”
“Mitch.” I acknowledge him. I’ve known this piece of shit scumbag for several years. Now I’m interested in what kind of past they have and how long it was for. And just how much she knows about him.
She doesn’t answer his question in any way. He keeps his attention on her, going on. “Is this why you’ve been ignoring me, babe …?”
“Take my silence as a hint, Mitch. It’s over.” She finally speaks, and I’m actually surprised how put together it sounded, considering how much she’s had to drink. She’s leaning into my side pretty hard right now, needing the help to stand.
“Because of him?” He points at me.
“No. Because of you,” she says matter-of-factly. With a smile, I pull them away and back down the hall.
We make our way through the crowd and over to the ring when I spot Grave standing beside it. His hands are fisted in a guy’s shirt. He’s holding him to his chest and shouting in the man’s face.
Fuck! “Stay here,” I order the girls as I shove them into a corner before I head over to Grave. “What the fuck is going on?” I demand when I come up to them. A quick look over my shoulder shows the girls still leaning up against the wall in the corner.
“Go the fuck home, Ethan!” Grave shouts, shoving the kid back.
“Ethan?” I ask, looking him over. Why does that name sound familiar? He’s got a busted lip. He tosses his dark shaggy hair back, and I can see a cut on his forehead at the motion. Blood slowly runs down the side of his face. One look at his eyes, and I can tell he’s on something. Ecstasy maybe. He’s sweating profusely, but it’s hot in here. No amount of A/C can keep up with the large crowd that’s here tonight. His knuckles are busted, so the kid was obviously just in a fight.
“Fuck you!” he shouts, pointing his finger at Grave’s face.
Grave goes to step forward to knock his ass out, but I grab him and pull him back. “He’s not worth it,” I tell him.
The kid looks me up and down, then snorts. “You Kings think you fucking rule everyone.” His eyes go back to Grave. “Just because you knocked up my sister doesn’t mean you’re my brother,” he spits out, then turns and walks off into the crowd, shouldering his way through.
Grave shrugs me off, and I let him go, holding my hands up. “What the fuck was that?” I ask.
He runs a hand through his hair. “April’s brother.” I got that. “The boy is pissing me off.”
My cell starts vibrating in my pocket, and I dig it out quickly to check to see who it is.
Titan: How’s it going?
Of course, he’s checking on us. Instead of answering, I pocket it and turn to go get the girls, and they’re gone.
Motherfucker!
ALEXA
MITCH RUINED MY buzz. Or at least that’s what it feels like. I hate when I’m drunk and get mad. I find myself walking faster toward the large bar by the ring.
Jasmine notices and laughs. “Slow down. The bar isn’t going anywhere.”
“I need a drink,” I state, looking over my shoulder to see if I can spot Mitch anywhere. What is he doing here? We were together for two years, and he never brought me here. Didn’t even speak of it. But that’s what guys do, right? Change their life when they get out of a relationship? Find new friends to hang out with. A new crowd to meet new people so they can get away from everyone who knows the truth about why it didn’t work.
I was the one who lost our mutual friends. All because I wouldn’t take him back. Like I was supposed to roll over and take the manipulation. Cheating is not something that I was going to overlook. Forget the lies that were told in order to cover it up.
But then I went and fucked it all up. Literally.
A while back, I was drunk one night out with April, Jasmine, and Emilee, and he messaged me. That was when I had him in my phone under his name. He said all the right things, and in a moment of weakness, I let him in. The following morning, I woke up at his place and changed his contact from Mitch to CUNT and told myself never again! The alcohol had temporarily given me memory loss of why I left him in the first place.