“Fuck my life,” I mumble, gripping my head while lowering my eyes to the table.
Damn. That did sound like my mom.
“What?” Uncle Grayson asks innocently, and I scoot as close to the table as I can in an effort to hide my showy attire.
Very casually, I use my hands to mask my cleavage, and I pretend not to notice Jase and his latest victim getting closer - even though the corner of my eye hasn’t disengaged yet.
“Hello,” he says very softly when he reaches us, but I’m not brave enough to look up.
This is mortifying. Why would he do this to me?
“Hey C… I mean, Jase,” Uncle Grayson says in a stutter, as if he confused him with someone else.
I still refuse eye contact, and I can feel his smile, though I don’t know why he finds this amusing. One second he says he wants to take me on a real date, the next he’s taking another girl on a real date. I’m such an idiot.
“Jase,” Aunt Angelica offers. “Would you like to join us?”
My eyes cut to her as Jase pulls a chair dangerously close to mine, and his girlfriend sits down beside my aunt.
“Actually, I’d love to. I didn’t realize you were dining here,” he says with his formal full blood manners rearing their head.
“Obviously,” I murmur under my breath, and Uncle Grayson stifles a grin when he hears it.
I’m surprised he’s not choking him over the table, but then again, he doesn’t know Jase and I fucked twice this morning.
I see a twisted grin emerging from Jase’s lips, and I finally sigh out while leaning back in the chair to reveal the shirt that is sure to humiliate me. Jase’s drink spews from his mouth, and my uncle ends up wiping it from his own face while laughing behind the napkin.
“I had that exact same reaction,” he chuckles out, and I roll my eyes while crossing my arms over my bare waist.
“Well, I told Jase this sounded like the fun table,” the girl’s pretty voice releases, and the air she has tainted sours in my mouth.
Bitch.
Jase lets a snicker free, and she elbows him in the ribs. He shrugs innocently, and then he starts to speak.
“I suppose I should introduce my-”
“Actually, I need to go. I forgot I had to call my mom, and I know she’s probably worried,” I interrupt while leaping from my chair before he can rub her in my face.
“Holy shit,” he murmurs while staring at my pants that are suctioned to my body, and I scowl at him as I rush away.
Worst brunch ever!
I don’t care if everyone sees me running. I dash out, knowing he can't keep up, and I quickly disappear into the crowd on the city streets. I instantly start looking for the closest bar, and I dive into the first place that has the doors open and whiskey in view.
“Whiskey, make it a triple… or a quadruple,” I murmur while unloading the weight of the morning from my shoulders.
The bartender chuckles while pouring my glass full, and then he winks at me.
“It’s on the house,” he says when I pull out my cash.
“Why?”
His eyes motion behind me at all the gawking men pouring into the bar.
“Because you just bumped my morning intake by fifteen bodies,” he says while giving me another perverted wink.
Gross. Never again will I let Angelica shop for me.
