“BJ?” Eric quizzed “Do I dare assume?”
“Mate, the initials are an instant pick up line and my instincts tell me you ain’t gonna get a kick out of the pussy on parade tonight,” BJ insinuated.
“Oh hell no, I’m all about the Tallywhacker!”
“Dude, you’ve been spending way too much time with Kate.” Rocky said as he walked passed.
BJ’s face lit up; I knew what he was thinking. “How is my good ole chum Kate?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose, not wanting to delve into the history of Kate and BJ. Kate’s personal life was exactly that – personal. But when she started screwing BJ, it became my business, much to my dismay. I motioned for us to head to the bar where this conversation could be held in private. I was almost certain Eric was texting Kate already wanting her version of this story. I quickly greeted everyone, Mark pulling my arm in for a moment.
“Listen here, boy. No touching anything that comes on this boat. I’m watching you,” he warned.
“Not with a ten foot sail, Mark.” Such terrible boat humor.
I headed to the bar where BJ stood; the music had started, not so loud that I wasn’t able to hear him speak. He ordered a round of shots, ignoring his signature drink, a rum and coke.
“It’s been four months since our last pint at the Yorkshire Grey and you’re a changed man.” BJ coaxed me to take the shot that the bartender placed before us. We counted down, and in unison, drank the nasty liquor that threatened to compromise my judgment on anything that may take place tonight.
“Changed for the better. I may have spoken about her once.” The shot was almost like swallowing acid; I let out a loose cough.
“Once? When you got on the piss you would always ramble on about her… Char… something or other. Bugger, this shot is strong, I can’t even remember her name.”
“Charlotte.”
“That’s right. So that’s it, Lex Edwards is off the market? You were my wingman.”
“It’s best you don’t bring that up here,” I cautioned.
There were memories that I wanted to erase, the endless nights of fucking random women. Bentley James Woods was trouble; trouble that I didn’t want near Charlotte. We all had a past, right? It’s just that I did things I wasn’t proud of, and unfortunately, BJ was a witness to it all.
“Look, Lex, I won’t fart arse around the topic. We had fun, I get it buddy, you’re gonna be a daddy. Just don’t forget about little old London town. I assume you’ll be moving to New York?”
“Yes, but quit the Mr. Nice Guy act. Who invited you here?” I questioned.
“Your lovely sister, Adriana. Relax, will ya, buddy ole pal? Adriana thought you should have a least one friend here. Look, I’m here to have fun, I won’t go bringing up your colorful past with anyone, ok?”
He patted me on the back, switching the topic to business; now I was in my element. BJ was born into a rich family like every other pretentious bastard in London. His family owned property all over Europe. However, BJ was heavily into the real estate game, which made him a fucking millionaire in his own right. Money could buy you a lot of things, but apparently not class. He was known for being a womanizer; marriage and babies definitely were not on his agenda.
Without warning, Rocky yelled out, “It’s show time,” interrupting our conversation.
Fuck.
Eight (and I mean eight) strippers came out to the makeshift stage and started dancing. I could handle this, it was pretty tame. Besides, it was just tits. Panties were in check, for now. I will be fine. I had a beautiful woman waiting for me, ready to marry me, but who right now was probably being smothered by sweaty man-whores dressed up in uniforms.
Fuck fuck fuck.
I motioned for Eric to come over; I needed to ease my jealous mind.
“Okay, so do all vajayjays look like that?” He pointed to the girl dancing butt naked, his head tilting sideways cringing at the sight.
“Her lips are out of proportion,” Rocky interrupted
“Lips can be out of proportion?!”, a shocked Eric asked.
“Eric, what are the girls doing? Surely Charlotte or Kate would have texted you?”
“Uh uh… Nikki banned all cells. ‘What happens at the party, stays at the party’. Her words, not mine.”