UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 221 – 230
Alexa is taking too long. I get up and walk out of Gray’s room and go downstairs. The house is awkwardly silent. Where’s Manny, or Spencer, and the others that I don’t even know their names?
“Alexa, stop. You don’t have to seduce me.” I hear Reid’s voice.
“You kissed me, you fucker,” Alexa replies.
“Because you touched my dick. Fuck me,” I hear Reid’s voice mutter.
Alright, Alexa really needs a talk session with Ace. Why would she touch Reid on the D’? I follow the direction of their voices, and it’s the kitchen. The kitchen again. I did shit with Gray in that same kitchen.
“You gon’ beg me soon, you know that right?” Alexa asks.
“For sex? I never beg for sex. You are the one who wanted sex from me. Fuckin’ horny slut,” Reid says.
Alexa giggles like someone who’s horny. “You want me to be your slut. You want me,” she says, barely audible.
God. Why’s she doing this? Gray made it a rule—no sex between each other. Reid is pretty hot, but I can’t really imagine Alexa seducing Reid.
“Fuck…” Reid breathes out. Alexa really succeeded in seducing that man.
“Hey, babe.” I hear Gray’s voice as I bite my lip.
He stops right at the doorway of the kitchen as he turns to look inside. His eyebrows shoot up as he tilts his head, observing these two horny mobsters. He turns away and walks to me. He tucks my hair behind my ear and looks back at the kitchen doorway.
“What happened?” he whispers as he takes my hand and leads me upstairs.
“Something crazy.”
“Were they fucking each other?” he asks as we climb the stairs.
“No. They were talking. Reid wants Alexa to be his date for the party tomorrow.”
“Yeah? And why her?”
“She’s pretty,” I reply and shrug. We walk down the hall and stop in front of his room.
“Pretty? The mob’s got pretty sluts who work for them. He could ask anyone else,” he says and opens the door.
“Breathe, Gray. It’s nothing serious. It’s just a date for a Mafia party. Nothing too personal,” I tell him and roll my eyes.
We enter the room as he shuts the door and wraps his arms around my waist.
“Okay. I just hope they don’t end up fucking each other. She’s gonna lose her job,” he says. Oh god. Remind me to tell her that.
“Yeah. They won’t,” I say without blinking. Alexa needs a talk session seriously.
“Where’s your dress?”
“In the car. Alexa’s car,” I tell him and wrap my arms around his neck.
“Why the car?”
“I came to take my car home. That’s why.”
He rolls his eyes and pulls me to himself.
“You’re spending the night with me in that bed. We’re leaving for that stupid party together.”
I huff and bite my lip.
“And Alexa? Is she gonna spend the night here?” I ask.
“Something wrong with that?”
I shrug. He smiles and kisses my lips. I bite his bottom lip, and he pinches my waist. He lifts me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
We go to the bed, and he lays me down, hovering over me with his lips still on mine. I turn us around, straddling him. I remove his white baggy hoodie—it smells so good. I keep it aside and trail my hand over his tatted arm.
I kiss his chest and then his neck. I trail my finger over my name on his neck, and it’s so beautiful. Maybe I should also get a tattoo. He makes it beautiful.
UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 221 – 230
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