I almost want to laugh when I see Bity Billy. Alone. As always. Maybe I should take it easy on him this weekend. I’m sure it sucks knowing Wren chose me as his best man instead of him. Then again, it's not like the idiot doesn't deserve it... or worse.
I see something far more worthy of my attention, and my eyes follow the tan legs that just keep fucking going. A girl with long, bronze hair is laughing lightly with Wren’s mother, Melanie.
Her short, formfitting dress shows every perfectly placed curve on her body. Involuntarily, I find myself licking my lips. She’s hotter than both the chicks I brought—combined.
What's even better is the fact I've never met her before, meaning she doesn't know my tricks. She'll see all these other girls swooning over me. Then I'll pay her some attention and ignore the others, making her feel special. She'll be putty in my hands. This weekend just got a hell of a lot better now.
My eyes slide back down to her perfect, glistening legs which are shimmering under the fading sun. Her perky ass couldn’t be any more perfect. I’m going to have fun with that ass.
I watch as she moves gracefully, her breasts bouncing slightly when she heads down the stairs of the patio to join… Bity?
How the hell does Bity know this girl? Why in the hell is she resting her head on his shoulder?
Surely she’s not his date for the weekend. If she is, then she has to be a hired escort. There’s no fucking way she’s that hot and here with Bity.
Hell, he can’t land a date with Rene Ballinger. This can’t be right. I have to go investigate.
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Ashiara
Billy is so worried about me being Tagged. He’s just a hot guy, and he’s obviously a player. I mean, really. Two dates? I can refuse my carnal desires, considering he has two girls already with him. That's just gross.
Rene’s eyes keep circling back to us, and I just nestle my head against Billy’s shoulder a little more as he speaks to one of his old friends.
“It was really nice to meet you, Ashiara,” the sweet blond guy murmurs softly.
“You too, Blake.”
He smiles, and his eyes inadvertently find my very pumped cleavage. Perhaps Billy was right about this dress being a little much. Very few male eyes are staying above my neckline.
“Oh shit,” Billy murmurs under his breath.
“What?” I ask while rising up, but he doesn’t have to answer my question himself.
It’s answered when I see the guy whose very sight makes me tremble, shiver, and breathe in harsh breaths.
Damn. I wish Billy had elaborated on how hot Tag is. I could have prepared myself a little better.
His dark hair is sexily tousled, and his icy blue eyes are heart-stopping and delicious.
I wish he still had on his glasses.
“What’s up, Bity?” the seductive voice asks, making my wobbly knees feel all the more like jelly.
That’s not fair.
No guy should look like that, smell like that, have money, and sound that sexy. It’s just not good for equilibrium.
“Yeah. Care to call me Billy this weekend? Like you promised you would." Billy huffs.
“Of course, sorry. Old habits,” he insincerely murmurs while raking his eyes over my body.
Please stop looking at me like that.
When our eyes lock, I'm worried neither of us will look away. This weekend is going to be torture if he doesn't stop giving me that damn look.
Then his twin set of bimbos join us, and I snap out of my trance.