Whack. A yelp escapes my lips as his open hand collides with my ass, and I spin back around to face him.
He has a shit-eating grin on his face, but again he isn’t looking at me and is pretending to be indifferent while looking at his papers. “Six sharp, Little Fox. Try not to be late.”
I keep my hands over my rear-end as I back out of the room. Once I round the corner, I practically sprint upstairs. When I enter my room, I go into the bathroom and drop my pants. There, clear as day, is a bright red handprint on my left ass cheek. I rub my hand gingerly around the tender area.
Fuck, that was hot.Now, I have something to look forward to as well.Well played, Stryker.
Stryker
It’sfiveminutestosix, and I told everyone to be ready to go right at six.Their asses better be on time.I am the first one waiting in the common room, which does not surprise me.
For tonight’s event, I wore a rich royal blue suit jacket and slacks. Underneath, I have on a crisp white button-up and a matching navy tie with a gold tie clip to coordinate with the gold accents on the suit.
I am feeling sharp as shit in this outfit King picked out for me. I’m not going to lie, I didn’t know he had a stylish bone in his body. This suit feels expensive as fuck, and I bet it was. Knowing King and the fact he wasn’t paying for any of this, I am sure these are all designer. If I was given a budget by the board, I’m sure it would have been blown on this wardrobe alone. I shrug to myself, enjoying that I wasn’t given any monetary limits…yet.
Think of the devil, and he shall appear.King comes walking up the stairs in the kitchen with Alexie a few steps behind him, and they start making their way toward me.
King is wearing a black-on-black suit with a white undershirt. Most of his suit is matte black, except the lapels of the jacket, are shiny. Same goes for his pants; they are matte with one shiny pinstripe down the side of each leg. He has the first two buttons undone, letting just a hint of his tattoos peak out on his chest. His hair is pulled back neatly into a low bun at the nape of his neck. I honestly don’t know the last time I saw him this dressed up, if ever.
After taking in King’s outfit, I move my gaze beside him to Alexie. He has on a pair of black pants and a black button-up shirt that is also undone to show off all his ink, but he is bolder, having the first four buttons of his shirt undone and leaving it loose enough to gape open a bit, showing his tattooed neck, pecs, and the top of his large stomach piece. His look is finished with a dark, emerald green velvet suit jacket, and a few golden rings on each of his hands. He’s looking every ounce of the BraTVa heir that he is supposed to be.
Conrad rounds the corner coming from down the hall, wearing a dark gray suit with a white button-up as well. He is adjusting a royal blue bow tie -that almost matches my suit- with one hand while he has his suit jacket flung over his shoulder with the other hand.
I take in a sharp breath and let out a loud whistle. “Damn, boys, we are looking good tonight. Good call on these suits, King.” I tell them all while brushing the imaginary dust off my shoulders in a dramatic motion.
“Thanks, I needed to get my mind off everything for a minute, and it was pretty fun. Surprised the fuck out of me, but I think I’m pretty good at it…just wait until you see the girls.” He lets out a deep dark chuckle, wiggling his brows.
We stand here for what seems like forever, waiting on said girls. I’m sure it only seems so long because I am so anxious about tonight. I glance at the clock, noticing it’s six on the dot. Just then, Marcela makes her way into the room. She is in a gorgeous burgundy, floor-length dress with a small train, but it has a slit on one side up to her mid-thigh and a scoop neck. Her hair is super curly and pulled back into a side ponytail, with a fancy, diamond-studded hair piece. Her normally clean face is full of makeup, making her look like a completely different person.
I let out another small whistle, and she just shoots me daggers with a look that says,’don’t even, asshole’.
“Holy Fuck, I have never seen you made up like this before. You better take a few selfies for Laura back home. She’ll never believe it.” I smirk as she reaches me and shoves me a bit.
That’s when we hear the slow rhythmic clicks of Nat’s heels coming down the hallway. The noise causes a major build-up of anticipation for me and, I am sure, for the other guys as well. Right when she crosses the threshold of the room, all of our eyes snap to her like she is a magnet.
“What? You said six sharp, didn’t you?” she snaps out at me.
She’s standing there looking back at us with a look that could shatter a million hearts. She looks stunning in a silver, floor-length silk gown with black accents up the bodice on the sides. It has a slit up each side, leaving just enough room to conceal her knives on her upper thighs. With how high that slit is, there is no way she’s wearing panties. Which makes my slacks tighten from my hardening length. Her dress hooks around her neck but then has a keyhole cut-out that goes almost down to her belly button. The opening shows off the perfect amount of cleavage from her perfect, mouth-watering tits.
King just smugly looks at all of us men, giving us an evil grin. “Told ya,” he says and then winks at Nat playfully.
Alexie instantly prowls over to Nat, grabbing her throat and pushing her against the wall, passionately kissing her.
“Mmmmmm, you look sinful,” he mumbles, taking her hand and forcing her to grab his cock. She bites her lip at the action.
“See what you do to me,Zaychik.See my want for you, my need?” he says in a low, gravelly tone.
“Just what I figured this hot as fuck outfit would do to you all,” she teases, pleased with herself while pushing him back. He just groans in response.
Conrad and I both approach, laughing at the exchange, and we each give her a small kiss confirming how good she looks.
“You all look so yummy. I wish we were going out on a date instead of a rescue mission in these outfits,” she looks over all of us men, licking her lips and biting down on her bottom one.
Marcela gives her a few once-overs as well before saying, “DAAAMN, bitch, you look fucking hot, I’d probably fuck you too!” She laughs.
“Aww. Thank you!” Nat places her hand over her heart like she is honored by the statement. She then makes her way over to King and links her elbow around one of his, and says, “Alrighty, now that we all agree on how fucking good I look in this dress, it’s time to go, boys. Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”
“Um, excuse me, bitch. What about me?” Marcela barks back at her.