“Don’t get too excited, it’s just a temporary condition,” I grumble, brushing him off. Except he’s all ears now, leaning in like he expects a story, so I give him a different one. “The senator called,” I grit out, cringing at the mention of my father. “Said I have to make an appearance at some bullshit charity gala coming up. Wants me to bring a date, play the part of the doting son.”
I spit the last words out like they leave a bad taste in my mouth, which they do.
The cigarette will help with that.
“Why don’t you take Ava?” Wes suggests, his eyes already drifting back to his phone screen as if the topic bores him now.
“Yeah, he’d love that,” I scoff sarcastically. “The low-class daughter of a hooker on my arm…” I abruptly trail off as a lightbulb goes off in my brain. “You’re a fucking genius.”
He looks up just in time to see me grin as I start for the door. “Wait,” he calls after me. “What did you mean about your dick being broken?”
I pause, pivoting back around with a frown. “Tried to get a blowjob from Turner to lift my spirits, but Monty just wouldn’t wake up.”
Wes rolls his eyes, snorting a laugh. “It’s seriously fucked that you named your dick.”
“Monty Python disagrees,” I snicker, grabbing my junk and sticking out my tongue at him.
He waves me off irritably as I spin back around, striding for the door and exiting our apartment. I’m still chuckling to myself as I descend the stairs to the ground floor and push through the back door of the building to step outside, promptly lighting up a cigarette and sucking in some much-needed nicotine.
This is gonna be so fucking good. The thought of Ava all dolled up for the gala and my father’s face when he realizes who she is–pure gold. I take a long drag from my cigarette asI picture it in vivid detail: Ava in some slinky little dress, all big eyes and flushed cheeks. Dad’s expression when I reveal her background, throwing the whole pristine event into chaos. Ava in my bed after, adorably naïve and grateful for a fancy night out, finally giving it up.
I smoke and brood, already feeling a million times better now that a plan’s coming together. It’s going to piss off exactly the right people in exactly the right way, and as much as I was dreading attending this thing, now it might actually be fun.
The possibilities for ruining the event play on repeat in my mind, growing more elaborate and satisfying with every drag of nicotine. There’s a pause in my thoughts as I flick ash onto the ground and take a new mental angle.Would Raf freak if I stole her v-card?He hasn’t made any moves to claim it yet, and all this foreplay is getting tedious.
I crush my cigarette against the brick wall, letting the ember fall in a perfect arc to the pavement below. Shoving my hands into my pockets, I turn and punch in my door code to head back up to the apartment, ascending the stairs two at a time.
Wes is still right where I left him, lounging on the couch with his phone in hand. He glances over at me as I enter, instantly reading the grin on my face. “Looks like you’re in a better mood,” he comments.
I shrug, keeping my expression neutral. “Guess I like charity work.”
His laughter echoes off the walls as he returns his attention to his phone. “Yeah, and I’m the fucking pope.”
Stretching my arms out in front of me, I link my fingers and crack my knuckles. “I’ve gotta admit,” I say casually, “I think Ava’s gonna look good in a gown.”
Something flickers in Wes’ expression, and I just know he’s picturing it. He can keep denying the truth, but it’s obvious the poor fucker is obsessed with that girl.
“I can’t wait to see how this blows up,” he murmurs, shaking his head.
“Oh, it’ll blow up,” I promise, letting my double entendre hang in the air as I pivot on a heel and start down the hall toward Ava’s bedroom.
The door bangs open when I kick it in, and I’m invading her space before she even realizes what’s happening. The wide-eyed deer-in-headlights look she gives me is a treat as she looks up from the nest of books strewn out on her bed, appraising me warily.
“Wanna go to this fancy charity gala with me next Saturday?” I ask, advancing into her room.
Ava’s expression doesn’t disappoint. Her lips immediately turn down in a frown, gaze narrowing suspiciously. “Are you really asking, or is this your way of telling me I’m going?” she bites out, her tone as sharp as a paper cut.
I chuckle to myself as I lean a shoulder against the dresser, knowing it’ll piss her off further to see me acting so comfortable in her space. “Well, I’d really like you to say yes, but if you don’t, you’ll still have to come anyway.”
My lips spread into a grin as I watch her weigh her options. She’s like a rabbit caught between a snare and a hungry wolf– either way, her ass ismine.
“So romantic,” she clucks, rolling her eyes.
“That’s me,” I reply smugly, gaze dropping to tour her form. Her lavender top clings to her upper body like a second skin, all tight and revealing, and don’t even get me started on the little gray plaid skirt she paired with it. “You look hot today, Ava baby,” I remark, whistling in appreciation.
Her cheeks flush bright red and she grabs for a pillow to cover herself.
“Don’t be shy, let me see you,” I coax, feeling the familiar rush of blood to my dick.
