18. Axel
Axel
“ H ello, Sir,” the hostess addresses me before I’m even through the door. “Do you have a reservation?”
“Reservation for two. Name should be under Chad Deveraux.” I can’t even make this shit up.
My sister dated a douche named Brad, then Wrinley was with a Thadd and now a fucking Chad.
It makes me wonder if my sister is a dumb ass or just fucking oblivious when she setup this date so her best friend could give away her virginity like it isn’t already mine.
I guess she’d have to know about us to know better, but still, it pisses me off.
Almost as much as it did when I watched their little video call.
I’ve never wished for magical powers before, but if there was ever a time, it would have been then, so I could reach through the phone and slap some sense into both of them.
My sister gets a pass because she’s generally oblivious to anything related to me.
I don’t think she even knows I’m back in the country, let alone an employee at the club her boyfriend owns.
Wrinley, on the other hand, doesn’t get even an inch of grace.
My little trainwreck knows better, but she went along with it anyway.
She’s about to learn that I don’t fuck around.
“Right this way, Sir.”
The hostess walks me to the back of the high end restaurant where a blonde sits at the table in a polo shirt and khakis of all things.
Jesus. This is who Arabella thinks is going to split Wrinley in two and make her come until she passes out?
I don’t fucking think so. This guy wouldn’t know a clit from an asshole.
He’s on his phone and clearly quite invested in whatever he sees, because he doesn’t see me coming. I decide against a greeting, instead pulling a chair out and making myself comfortable, crossing one leg over the other and resting my hand on the table.
“Excuse me,’ the dipshit tries to say politely.
“You’re not excused Chad.”
“What do you want and how do you know my name?”
“It doesn’t matter how I know. The important thing is that I know way more than just your name.
” I ran a full background check on Chad.
He’s lucky nothing of any real importance came back, so as long as he plays his cards right, he gets to keep breathing.
Although, his multiple selfies on his socials practically hugging his polo trophies make me want to get rid of him on principle alone.
“I’d like you to kindly fuck off. Your services are no longer required. ”
“Who the fuck are you to dismiss me ?” he questions, obviously feeling bold and brave. Isn’t that adorable. “I made plans with Ara–”
I lift my hand to form a tight fist and slam it back down on the table, causing the silverware to shake and a wine glass to topple over. I even catch Chad jump a little bit. Good. It means he’s paying attention.
“Do. Not. Finish. That sentence.” Each word comes out with a little more bite than the last. I don’t really care what my sister does with her life, but there is not even the tiniest bone in my body that wants to hear about her arranging a sex date for Wrinley, even though I know that’s exactly what she did.
Good ole Chad has a sheen of sweat covering his forehead telling me I have his attention now. It’s about fucking time.
“Chad. You are going to leave this restaurant in the next thirty seconds and not look back.” Placing my foot back on the ground, I lean towards the table with both my elbows planted firmly on its surface.
“I already know how much distance there is between here and your apartment, meaning I know exactly how long it should take you to get back there. Trust me when I say… you’ll be wanting to go straight home.
If you don’t, I have no problem taking our little chat to the next level. Do we understand each other?”
I guess Chad is smarter than I thought, because he sure as fuck surprises me by standing and tossing his cloth napkin onto the table with a touch of disdain. I’ll let it slide this time.
As soon as he’s out of sight, I order food. According to the GPS tracker I installed on her phone, she should be here in the next five minutes.
She wanders through the front door exactly four minutes and forty-two seconds later, a vision in a short red crop top showing off the soft, creamy landscape of her belly paired with low-rise, practically painted on jeans that leave zero to the imagination.
Her hair is up and slicked back into a tight ponytail that is perfect for my fist.
The hostess directs her to where I’m seated and when her eyes meet mine, her face contorts into something resembling rage. She purses her lips and squints her eyes as they light with a fire that assures me this is going to be enjoyable… at least it will be for me.
She’s at the table within seconds, her hands clenched tightly into fists at her sides like she’s ready to go to battle.
“Sit,” I order, not giving her an opportunity to speak.
“What the fuck, Axel. I’m not a goddamn dog,” she whisper-yells, while also doing what she’s told. Good girl.
“Could have fooled me. Chad couldn’t stay, so I graciously took his place.”
“You what?” she questions, confusion written all over her face.
I pull my glasses off, set them on the table and lean in. I don’t want her to miss this part. “You know the rules, Wrinley. I realize I made the mistake of not making it clear what would happen if you disobeyed me. So this one’s on me. But don’t worry, I took care of your little date for you.”
The resolve she walked in with wanes slightly at my words. I can feel her leg shaking under the table as she processes what I just told her. “Where is–” she starts, tilting her head like she’s still somewhat confused.
“He went home, safe and sound,” I assure her and she relaxes just a little.
I reach my hand across the table and nod to it.
Like a good girl, she takes the hint and places her much smaller hand in mine.
I close my hand around it and squeeze. “You’d do well to remember that I’m the one in charge.
Chad got lucky, because the next time you irresponsibly involve some innocent dipshit, I won’t hesitate to send him to live with Thadd and then instead of taking your precious virginity, I’ll fuck your tight little ass over him instead. Don’t play with me Wrinley.”
The sound of raindrops pitter patter on the roof of the restaurant, picking up speed with every second she just sits there staring at me, probably trying to assess whether I’m bluffing or not.
I have no problem showing her how serious I am.
Before today, she’s only seen the tiny pieces of me I’ve chosen to share with her.
This… this is more.
My insides are buzzing with chaotic energy that I’m not familiar with and it gets more intense every time I see her. My skin is crawling and I’m not sure if it’s because I need to get her out from under it or because I feel a deep seated need to consume her further.
I don’t want to want her.
Unfortunately for us both… I think I fucking do.
Wrinley
“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.” I can’t tell if I want him to be joking or not. I’m also not sure what it says about me that a part of me wants him to be telling me the truth.
I have so many questions. Questions I’m sure he’s not about to answer. Did he just imply that he killed Thadd? Is that why he–
“Stop that,” Axel orders with that hot as fuck face of his.
I swear he gets hotter every time I see him and all it does is make me want to have an orgasm while staring at his smug, beautiful face and then punch him in it.
In fact, I wish he’d put his glasses back on just so I could knock them back off.
“I’m literally not doing anything.”
“You’re asking questions in your head that you don’t want answers to. So do as you’re told for once, and fucking stop,” he orders with a slight growl followed by a sly grin. “And I can promise you… I’m not even close to joking.”
I wonder if he knows his left eye twitches a little when he gets serious. It’s not the first time I’ve noticed it. It’s like even his own face doesn’t take him seriously. A small laugh escapes my lips at the thought.
No . I’m pissed at him. Don’t give his smug ass the satisfaction that comes with a smile or a smirk, Wrinley.
“Fine. You’ve made your fucking point.” I move to stand but he gives me a sharp tug causing me to fall forward and almost fully onto the table. My skin heats with all the eyes that are on us, watching this little dance we seem to often find ourselves in.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Home,” I mouth but no words come out. My face is inches from his. Close enough to see the flecks of gold in his irises.
He presses his free thumb to my bottom lip, smearing the cherry red color from where I put it just an hour ago.
When he licks his lips, I wonder if his actively dilating pupils are an accurate indication that he’s about to eat me alive.
I’m positive my pussy wouldn’t mind. She’s good and drenched.
I’ve chastised her more than once about her affinity for Axel and her timing tonight is especially poor given the way she’s now dripping down my thighs.
“You won’t be going anywhere. At least not yet.” His tone is low and commanding and my obvious lack of self preservation skills are now actively at war with the desire that’s currently flooding my hypothalamus causing my heart to pound aggressively against my ribs.
My eyes lock on his mouth and I bet if I was quick about it, I could catch that lower lip of his between my teeth.