“Okay, let’s go spend some money,” Ralph says, pulling Candace away to the silent auction items.
“And just like that”—I smirk—“it’s just you and me, gorgeous.” I wink at her, and she rolls her eyes.
“You’re so gross,” she scoffs, finishing her drink and placing the glass on a passing tray. She smiles at the waiter as she grabs another glass and downs half of it in one shot. “Oh, look,” she says, pointing at a group of women dressed to the nines who are all huddled together, all holding drinks, and all looking this way. “Well, there you have it. Your harem has arrived.”
“You know green is not a good color on you.” I push away from the bar and go up to her. She looks down at herself and then up again.
“Are you color blind?” she jokes, and I see her just eye me.
“You’re green with jealousy.” I get closer to her as she throws her head back and laughs.
“Jealous?” She finishes the drink in two gulps, then leans past me. Her hair brushes across my face, and her smell gets my cock going again. “Of you?” She pffts as she grabs another glass and finishes it, then swaps it out for a fresh one before the waiter can get away. “At every single party we’ve both attended, you’ve left with a different girl each time.” She laughs now. “Once, you left with one girl, then came back two hours later, and left with another one. I’d watch myself if I were you,” she says as she passes my ear and then comes back. She motions with her head toward them and then laughs again. “You’d best be careful of them.” She looks at them. “Those girls look like they stab holes in the condoms.” I shiver. “The blonde looks like she can be a baby momma.” I look over at the blonde who winks and then sticks her tongue out and rolls it over her lips. “I think that is her mating call.”
“That is horrible,” I say, then put my hands in my pockets. “Are you ready?”
“For?” She looks at me and moves just a touch, and I can see her long smooth leg come out. A leg that I’m going to hook around my hip right before I slide my cock into her.
“I don’t know about you, gorgeous.” I get closer to her, and I can see her swallow. “But I know how this story ends.” I’ve been chasing her for the past four fucking years. Everyone I meet falls for my charm, but not Layla. She’s hated me since we first met, and it kills me that nothing I do changes her opinion of me.
“Really?” She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing up her tits.
“Really?” I nod.
“Is it with you catching chlamydia?” She laughs. “Don’t worry, I heard all it takes is four pills, and you’ll be back to normal.” She turns then and starts to walk away.
“Is that so?” She halts. “In my story, it ends with you …” Walking closer to her, I look around to see if anyone is watching, then my voice goes low. “Naked under me.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” she says. She storms away from me, and I can see that I almost got to her.
“Just a matter of time,” I tell myself right before the blonde comes up to me. Her Southern accent hits me right away.
“Well, hey there,” she says with a smile, and I swear my cock hides. “I’m Darla.”
“Miller,” I say although I know that she knows this. “Are you having a good time?”
“Not as good as I’m going to have tonight when I take you home,” she says. I can already tell she’s a stage five clinger. “So tell me, Miller …” She comes closer, trailing her manicured index finger down my suit jacket. “What do you like for breakfast?”
“Um,” I say, and then I step back so her hand falls, “if you will excuse me, I think I see someone I have to say hello to.” I smile as I lie, walking away from her. I turn to my right, and my eyes meet Layla’s. She is shocked that I caught her staring, and she turns her head away so fast I’m surprised she doesn’t have whiplash.
“It’s game time,” I tell myself. For the past four maybe even five years, I have tried and failed miserably to get her to date me. But I was never a quitter, so I’m not