Bratty Badboys (Dominating Desires #5)

1. Pardon my Language

1

PARDON MY LANGUAGE

CALEB

S ome would say I looked like a fuckboy dressed as a gentleman at my ex’s bachelor party.

I turned off my Peach—yes, I named my bike, boo-fucking-hoo—and unclipped my helmet. The ride was smooth with minimal traffic, but a small part of me craved something… dangerous. Or darker. The adrenaline was still running high, and I wished I could turn back around and go ride again.

It was happening again, and I was trying my best to be a good-fucking-boy when all I wanted to do was chase addiction. Any addiction.

It’s a good day—week for Aaron. You promised you’d be there for him.

Shaking my head, I fixed my suit and checked the shoelaces of my Vans. Dad had given a couple of his since they were getting too tight for him. I had a lean muscular body, so they fit me perfectly—almost too perfectly, and I sensed Emma had bought them for me and made her husband offer them to me.

And why the hell would I say no to a sexy Tom Ford suit when I was still a fresh graduate with only a few odd jobs?

I ran a hand through my hair and made sure my tattoos didn’t peek from the low buttoned shirt. It wouldn’t matter anyway, since my face piercings were on full display. I had known Aaron for a few years after I… after my ex-girlfriend found us making out on her bed at her mom’s funeral. Shitty? I know. I have been trying to make up to her since then, even though she forgave me a long time ago.

But I had never told her why I was such an asshole.

Why I still am an asshole.

I fucked Aaron a couple of times—more than a couple of times, after high-school and since we were in the same university, we hooked up a lot. We were fuck-buddies until he met his professor’s assistant and fell in love with him. I was meeting him and his fiancé for the first time after he left my dorm with a sore ass and swollen lips.

Behave, Caleb.

I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths before making my way to one of the most luxurious hotels in the city. I was warned by the guys attending the wedding that the bachelor party was going to be held after the dinner, and until then, all of us had to behave.

Of course, I had no such plans.

I am Caleb fucking Chang after all.

The hotel rehearsal dinner area was tastefully decorated with floral arrangements and upscale décor. I nodded at the host or Aaron’s uncle—I couldn’t care less, taking the bubbly welcome cocktail and downing it in one go. It was sweet and left a burning tingle in my throat.

Aaron and his fiancé’s names were covered in a flower of hearts at the center of the restaurant while a band of live musicians played jazz. Tables were set with fine China and crystal glassware with a pastel card for the menu of the courses. Their parents went all out, huh?

I looked around to see women and men eyeing me, making me roll my eyes as I sipped on a glass of champagne. I hope there’s a free bar.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there?—”

I looked down at the petite redhead who had thrown herself at me moments after I decided to stand by a corner to people-watch.

I didn’t reply when she batted her lashes, adjusting her dress to show off her cleavage. “And you must be?” she asked, lowering her voice and raking her fingers over my arm.

Pity . I couldn’t get my dick hard imagining fucking her. She was cute, attractive, big tits, but I hadn’t felt anything stir with my little friend down there for women ever since I slept with men.

Occasionally, it did, but it was barely a yearly occurrence like the Perseid meteor.

“Sorry, darling, I’m?—”

“ Gay .” We both looked at the grooms as they marched towards us. They wore matching pastel suits and soft smiles. I nodded at Aaron as he gave me a bro-hug, patting my back and slapping my shoulder. “He’s gay, Sydney.”

“I’m pansexual.” I corrected Aaron, acknowledging his partner, who was all smiles. He was a complete opposite of me. He had a soft beard, kind eyes and short red hair, while I had chin length pitch-black hair, piercings, tattoos and a resting-bitch face.

“ Whatever .” Aaron rolled his eyes. “When was the last time you slept with someone who had a vagina?”

“Aw, why are all the hot dudes gay?” Sydney, the red-haired, whined, before downing a glass of fruity cocktail.

I stared at Aaron, waiting for him to say something. He shrugged. “It’s like a wild hunt out here. Everyone is on a hunt to find someone to have a fling with. Even the couples. It’s like I’m hosting a swingers’ party and not?—”

His fiancé squeezed his hand and kissed Aaron’s cheek, whispering something in his ear. I tightened my hold on the flute and took another sip. I couldn’t wait to get hit with the buzz. I forced a small smile when they were called to meet the other guests and went upstairs.

People whispered behind me, and it was something I was used to wherever I went. I emptied another flute of champagne, eating hors d’oeuvre.

“I saw you talk to Aaron.”

I turned around to see a man with blond and grey hair in a suit. He was shorter than me and, by the off-putting smile, I knew he hated looking up at me.

Oh, how lovely .

I smirked. “He’s my ex.”

His face turned into distaste before making it neutral. I scoffed at him and was about to walk away from the uptight prick before he opened his mouth again and said, “He never talked about an ex.”

I deadpanned. “Do I look like I care?”

“If you don’t, then you shouldn’t be here to celebrate my son’s?—”

“Felix! An has been trying to find you!” A woman came up to him, giving me a rushed smile and glaring at him. “Where are the gift packets she asked to bring?”

Oh, so the lovely ray of sunshine was Felix Martinez. Aaron’s father and a prick from what little he talked about his family with me. He was a bit religious and didn’t like how Aaron was gay and dating (fucking) me. If it wasn’t for his mother, he would have never opened about liking men to his parents.

I was grateful that my dad, Cillian, was cooler than his and embarrassingly took me out for drinks and tried to be a wingman with every handsome man we came across.

“I’m Katie, Aaron’s aunt,” the woman introduced herself. “Please ignore Felix. He is…”

“A jerk?”

Her brows raised, a small smile appearing on her face.

“I’m Caleb, his ex.”

“Oh,” she pursed her lips and showed me an empty table. “I think your table is empty, but you will have guests sitting with you at the wedding. Dinner will start soon.”

I thanked her, watching the guests mingle. I thought Aaron had a huge family, but there was a palpable hint of loneliness when the few guests navigated through the expansive space. Either I was reading too much into it or not everyone had accepted or acknowledged their love.

The hustle and laughter were getting to my head, so I stepped out onto the balcony, breathing in the cold, fresh night air. I closed my eyes and looked up at the starless sky.

I couldn’t wait to get on my Peach again and ride for a few hours. I knew Aaron had arranged everyone’s stay at the hotel for his wedding tomorrow, and I still hadn’t decided if I’d stay or leave. Maybe I can sleep in ? —

“I promise I’ll be there—yes, honey.”

My eyes snapped to the sultry deep voice, and my hold on the railing loosened as I checked her out. Long, shiny, dark hair hugged her curves. The deep blue dress stuck to her skin, looking modest yet hiding nothing. Goddess . I licked my lips. Pretty painted red lips and a button nose and a beauty mark under her left eye. Even in the dim candle lights, she looked like a starlet from an old Hollywood movie.

“Sure, hon. I’ll call—” her eyes moved to me when I walked towards her, crowding her personal space. Yes, see my eyebrow piercing and the one on my bottom lip. The one I wanted her to get personal with was on my tongue. She swallowed audibly as I flashed my charming smile and tilted my head. “I—I’ll call you later.”

She ended the call and met my eyes again. She had the loveliest shade of eyes I had ever seen. Green, blue, brown. It made my dick stir.

Seeing her face in the dim light coming from the long window glass of the hall, I knew I had seen her from somewhere.

“You’re the girl from Touch Down song by Mickey, right?” I asked, curious and embarrassingly excited.

Touch Down was the song while growing up. It was as famous as Baby by Justin Bieber. But it was more well-known, and the singer Mickey tried to woo a gorgeous girl in a mini denim skirt and red tube top. Everyone wanted to know who the model was with her lithe body full of curves and shiny belly button. Her small smile and doe eyes radiated a playful innocence. It was hard not to have a crush on her.

Her eyes went wide before a smile adorned her plump lips. Lips which I had jerked off to in my teenage bed. I still remember my dad almost walking in while I was masturbating with my dick in my hand, watching the music video for the nth time.

“I am her, but I didn’t know I’m still recognizable.” She flashed a small smile, tucking her hair behind her ear. I watched her twinkling earrings and had to force my thoughts from going to the gutter.

“You’re kidding.” I said, shamelessly eyeing her and licking my lips. I didn’t miss her pupils dilating when she saw my tongue piercing. She looked older than how she was in the video, but her beauty was still ethereal with the flirty innocence emanating off her. “I’d remember your beautiful face anywhere.”

I couldn’t help it. I tried.

But I couldn’t.

“Pardon my language, ma’am, but those hips are to die for. I would know it’s you without ever looking at your face.” I eyed them again, my pants feeling tight when I said in a low voice, “They are imprinted in my head.”

Her eyes widened, and she looked at her fucking perfect hips and back at me before swallowing. Her face was red. Cute .

“Do I know you?”

“Not yet pretty, but you will.” I raised my hand between us, and she gingerly took it. “I’m Caleb. Nice to meet you…”

“A-anna.”

“Nice to meet you, A-anna,” I winked and pressed my lips on her knuckles, almost twitching in my silk pants smelling the sweet vanilla on her skin. I wanted to lick her. Every fucking where.

Her cheeks flushed as she took back her hand and looked away, her eyes training back to me and lingering on my face.

Anna . I knew she had used an alias name for the video. It only piqued my curiosity. I had so many questions for her. What did she do now? What was her favorite position? Did she star in more music videos? Can I make a hot, not-safe-for-work video with her in her favorite position? What was her favorite dish? How quickly can I make her cum with my mouth?

“Do you want to get out of here, Anna?” I asked, dropping my voice down a couple octaves and stepping closer.

I didn’t care what she said. I was going to fuck her and make her flush red in all the right places. I was going to imprint her face, her body as she convulsed with orgasm in the spank-bank of my head.

Her eyes widened before she chuckled, shaking her head. “I-I have the bachel?—”

I stepped even closer. “I’ll bring you back, pretty.”

She took a step back, her high heels—I could imagine them over my shoulder—clicking against the marble floor.

“I-I don’t do hookups.”

I licked my lips and leaned closer to her face before moving to her ear and whispered, “I’ll give you one of the best nights of your life.” I licked her shell, making her exhale sharply, and looked at her eyes as I said, “Come on, pretty girl, you don’t want to miss out, do you?”

“Pretty girl?”

“Yes, you’re a pretty girl with a cute girl-next-door blush on your cheeks. Let me ask again,” I repeated and said with a small smirk, “You don’t want your pretty cunt to miss out on me, do you?”