“Don’t play dumb, asshole.”
He taps his fingers on the side of his tumbler.“She’s with Joel.”
“But is Joel with her?”
He just shakes his head.He’s getting more and more pissed about this, but I have to push.If I don’t, he’ll accept a defeat that only ruins things for both of us.
And possibly ruins things for Ella, too.Because I want to give that little princess the motherfucking world.
“Look,” I say.“We both know Joel is a fuckboy asshole.I’m not sorry for saying it, because that’s just the truth, King.I think we should make a move.Did you see her eyes the other night, in your office, when I showed up?”
“I saw her eyes,” he says, his voice a growl.
“Exactly.She wanted you.And she might’ve even been convinced to want both of us.”I clear my throat, take a sip of iced tea.“I saw her sing at a karaoke bar, almost a week ago.”
He looks over at me, startled.“You were at a karaoke bar?”
“Shut up.I go sometimes.It’s relaxing.”
“And you saw her there?She sang?”
I nod.“I didn’t get the impression she wanted to, but she was fucking great, King.You would’ve been proud.”
“We don’t have a right to be proud of her.She does her own thing.She has her own life.”
“She lives in a shitty apartment.”
I hated dropping her off at that place.It didn’t look safe, and it didn’t look comfortable.
He grimaces.He doesn’t like the idea of her shitty apartment any more than I do.If she were ours, we’d take care of her properly.
She’d be ours to cherish…ours to punish.
King’s eyes flash with anger and his usual scowl deepens.“She’s not ours, Bash.I can see that look in your eyes.”
“She should be ours.”
“She’s not.She’s not free.We don’t mess around with women who aren’t single.Rule Number Two.”
Rule Number One is enthusiastic consent.I can imagine Ella enthusiastically consenting to put my dick between her tits, and the thought gets me hard.
“Bash,” Kingston says.“We’re not seducing my son’s girlfriend.”
“Fine.But when she isn’t his girlfriend, all bets are off.”
He frowns.I get it.The idea might sound gross, going after his kid’s girlfriend.But she’s an adult.We’re adults.If everyone’s on board, a la Rule Number One, then I don’t see a single fucking problem with it.
I don’t tell him that I left a gala ticket on her cart earlier tonight.I’d been hoping fuckface Joel would bring her, but then I was on PhotoGram and happened to see an up-and-coming model/influencer post how excited she was to attend the gala with none other than Joel Tyler.
Two-timing asshole.I bet Ella doesn’t follow all of these people on PhotoGram.If I didn’t have to occasionally check in as part of old record contracts, I wouldn’t be on the channel, either.
At any rate, I saw the post.
And I decided to do something about it, in my small way.
Whether or not she comes to the gala…that’s up to her.
Kingston and I hang out for a little while longer, but there’s no joy in it.A woman comes up to ask for my autograph, and it garners the notice of several other people who then figure out who I am.
