Chapter 9
LEXI
What a pompous ass. How dare he. I squeezed my thighs together to try to soothe the ache that was building there.
Fuck, I wished he weren’t so damn good-looking or so good at fucking.
That would’ve made ignoring him so much easier, but no.
He had to go and be the most devastatingly handsome man I’d ever seen and so amazing in bed that I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Rude.
I’d show him I didn’t need him to get off.
I dressed quickly in my sluttiest top and a pair of snug-fitting jeans.
After running a brush through my hair and swiping on a thick coat of mascara and lip gloss, I took in my reflection in the mirror.
Perfect. Operation ‘make Brando pay’ was in full swing.
I arrived at The Basement twenty minutes later, ready to find myself a cute guy to make Brando jealous.
I knew I was being a brat, but I secretly hoped he’d come and punish me with a thousand orgasms. Step One of my plan was simple: Find a guy who was attractive enough and reel him in as I do.
Step Two: Send a selfie to Brando so he knew where I was and who I was with.
Step Three: Wait for him to show up and take me out of there.
It was a win-win, really. Even if he didn’t show, I’d fuck the other guy to get Brandon out of my system.
Being that it was a Friday night, the place was pretty busy, and there were plenty of options for me to choose from. I saddled up at the bar next to one option, and he immediately took the bait, turning towards me and offering to buy me a drink. God, how was I so good at spotting the easy ones?
Did I feel bad about using the guy? No, he was only buying me a drink, hoping to take me home and use me, so we were really using each other.
We made small talk, and he asked me the typical surface-level-getting-to-know-you questions.
Then, when I was good and bored with him, I slipped my phone out and shot off a text to Brandon, complete with a discreet selfie I had snagged that included enough of the bar that he’d know where I was and a bit of my new friend.
Me
Don’t worry. I found someone to help me out.
I really was being a brat, but I didn’t give one single solitary fuck.
This was a game I was willing to play to get what I wanted, and at that moment, I wanted Brandon.
I could see that he read my message, but no response came in.
He was either on his way or decided I wasn’t worth his time.
Turning towards my second choice, I smiled.
If this guy ended up being my only option, I guessed I’d need to put in some sort of effort.
Fifteen minutes and another drink later, my chair slid roughly to the side, and Brandon now stood between me and option B. I smiled smugly up at him while option B got all huffy. “Hey, man. What’s your deal?”
“Walk away,” Brandon replied without even a glance in the guy’s direction. Brandon’s eyes shot daggers into mine. If looks could kill, I’d be dead.
“Listen, man…” option B started. Brandon closed his eyes and turned slowly, but before he could tell the guy to piss off, I pulled on his arm and leaned over so I could talk to option B.
“I’m good, my guy. Get lost.”
Option B mumbled, not so under his breath, “Fucking bitch.”
Oop! Brando did not like that. “What the fuck did you call her?” Brandon growled and leaned into his face.
Diane materialized before us. “Everything okay here?”
“Yep, we were just leaving. Right, Brando?” I pulled on his arm.
Brandon took a deep breath to calm himself and then turned towards me, his expression stony. A small screech escaped me as I was being hauled out of the bar over Brando’s shoulder. Fuck yes.