“Inviting you to the Phantom party this weekend.” He throws a pamphlet in my lap. “And your friends, of course.”
“I’m not interested,” I say, handing it back to him.
“Oh, c’mon, you could use the time to relax,” Océane says. “Besides, the Phantoms aren’t all bad.”
“You only say that because your boyfriend joined them.” Xavier raises his brow at her.
“Listen to the girl, not your brother,” Apollo muses, handing me back the flyer. “Join the party.”
I put my salad down and get up. “One sec, guys.”
“Is something going on?” Grey asks.
“Yes,” Apollo says, so I swiftly say, “No. He’s just … enthusiastic.”
“I spread joy wherever I go,” Apollo adds with a grin.
I hook my arm around his and drag him away from the group until we’re at a safe enough distance where they can’t hear us.
“What are you doing?” I hiss. “Do you want me to get in trouble or something?”
“Trouble? Now why would I want that, Freckles?” The sarcasm is dripping off as he leans against the tree in an obnoxious way. “I’m just trying to invite you to my party. That’s it.”
I fold my arms. “I already told you, I’m not going.”
“You sure about that? Because your boyfriend would be very disappointed.”
“Don’t bring Grey into this.”
“He’s already been involved from the momentyoubegged me to protect him.”
I gasp. “I didnotbeg.”
He leans in, one hand still on the tree trunk. “I sure as hell remember you on your knees in front of my cock, Freckles.”
“I did what I had to do.” I tap his chest. “And you’d better hold up your end of the deal.”
He grabs my hand. “I will … if you come to the party.”
I narrow my eyes. “Are you blackmailing me?”
He tilts his head. “It’s considered polite to say yes when someone invites you, but if you want to label it that way, sure.”
I try to jerk back my hand so I can slap him, but he grips my wrist tighter and pulls me closer. “Careful, Freckles, don’t want to make a scene in public, unless you want everyone to know about our little affair.”
My jaw drops. “You wouldn’t.”
He leans in closer. “Fuck around … and find out.”
I finally manage to pull away, and he pushes another paper into my hand. “Come or don’t, the choice is yours. But if you don’t …”
“You’re going to tell everyone I was the one who got fucked in the gym’s dressing room.”
“Licked, Freckles. No one got fucked, because if I did fuck you with my ungodly cock, you wouldn’t be able to stop talking about it.”
Oh my God.
The absolute balls of this dude.
