“Don’t get so cocky. I never said I’d fuck you.”
His lips curve upward into a smile. “I’d love to watch you try to resist.”
TWENTY
“Happy birthday!”
April throws herself over me on the bed, forcing me to wake. Beneath her overbearing embrace, I’m squashed into the mattress, barely able to breathe.
“You’re squashing me at some unholy hour of the morning,” I strain.
She slides off yet continues to lay on her side, propping her head up with her elbow resting on the bed.
“But it’s your birthday. You’re no longer a teen!”
I purposely let out a groan over April’s high-pitched voice. It should be illegal to be this energized in the morning. Although, from memory, when April turned twenty a few months back, I also recall torturing her.
My eyes close unwillingly, exhausted from barely any sleep. I’d spent the night back-and-forth texting with Hunter. Since the ‘incident’ in the elevator, I haven’t seen him. At least this time, he told me there were rescheduled meetings in Denver, so he flew out the next day.
Last night began with a simple how was your week text and ended with all the dirty things he plans to do to me. Hunter is an intelligent man. He knew what happened in the elevator left me sexually frustrated, and I needed a release last night.
Though, he made it clear I wasn’t to come. Not without him watching. I don’t know why I obeyed his stupid rule because it’s left me in a not-so-pleasant mood this morning.
“Time to get out of bed. We have a big day planned.”
“Do we have to?” I mumble into the pillow. “Sleep is a nice birthday present.”
“If you don’t get up, I’ll make you wear the leg warmers,” April threatens.
“Fine.”
After showering, I change into this cute white skater-style dress. It’s short, but given it’s hot out, appropriate for the weather. Inside the closet, I decide on a pair of shoes. April hasn’t given any context to our actions, so I opt for my white Nike Air Force 1’s. With an all-white outfit, I pray she doesn’t plan anything messy.
The heat forces me to tie my hair into a ponytail away from my face. Before I leave the room, I sit at the edge of my bed and read all my messages. Millie and Ava are already awake and the first to greet me happy birthday.
I tap into my DMs and see a message from Beau.
Bromano:Happy birthday, Princess. No longer a teen. How adult of you.
Me:Thanks… I’m not sad to leave my teenage years behind. Time to do all the fun things without judgment.
The bubble appears. Of course, he is awake, given it’s after nine in New York.
Bromano:Alexa Edwards have fun … is that even possible?
Me:You’re supposed to be nice to me. It is my birthday, after all.
Bromano:Okay, fine. You’re so beautiful and I hope you have the best day ever.
Me:That’s more like it. See, it wasn’t so bad to be a nice boy, now was it?
Bromano:I need to show you I’m a man
Me:The next time I visit Manhattan. Take me to some wrestling match or something.
Bromano:That’s not what I was thinking, Alexa.
I reread his last message, and maybe it’s just me, but is he insinuating sex? Surely, it’s me and my dirty mind right now. I’ve been conditioned to think men only want sex. Beau has never shown interest in me. If anything, we’ve never truly gotten along.