Chapter 26 #2
“Say hey from me. Oh, and let me know if she isn’t well enough by tonight.
It’s the Mr. & Mrs. Quiz Night and I signed you two up to play against us.
Worked out perfectly that you’re dating because otherwise that douchebag would’ve tried his luck, and no one wants that bullshit.
If she isn’t up to it, text me, and I’ll switch nights. ”
He did what? What the fuck is a Mr. & Mrs. Quiz Night?
“Uh, does she know about it?” I aim for a neutral tone. I don’t want him to think anything’s off, but Jesus fuck. This is the last thing we need.
“Nah, but she’s always up for a game night. And it’s not like it’s hard to answer shit about each other, amiright? Figured she wouldn’t mind. Mom and Dad are doing it too,” he adds, amusement in his tone.
“Ha. Poor Taki.” I chuckle, shaking my head.
“Tell me about it. Still not quite sure how Mom managed to set it up.” He grins up at me. “Pretty sure your mom had something to do with it.”
“That figures. They’re both meddlers. Okay bro, I’ll talk to her and let you know what she says.”
If I can get her to say anything to me at all.
If you’d asked me to guess what I’d find Mia doing when I got to our room, never in a million years would I have guessed this.
Unlocking the door, I walk inside and her head immediately jerks up at me, her still too pale face shocked and a little… sheepish? Her perfect lips part in that seductive little O she inadvertently loves teasing me with and my dick surges painfully, threatening to tent my sweats.
This poor fucker hasn’t got the memo that she’s off the menu from here on out though.
Thank fuck I’d had the foresight to grab some briefs this morning, which helps halt it in its tracks. The last thing I need is to pop wood after the other day’s satanic yoga fuckery.
“Uhhh… hi?” Her words trail off at the end in a question, her pretty face flushing.
“Hey yourself.” Tension seeps out of my body in relief at the sight before me and I can’t contain the smirk playing over my lips.
I’ve seen a lot of shit in my time. You can’t avoid it doing what I do, but something I never would’ve guessed I’d see anywhere, let alone at midday on a random weekday in Santorini?
My girl, surrounded by a plethora of dicks.
On our bed.
Not real dicks. If they were, I sure as shit wouldn’t be smirking.
Fuck no.
Heads. Would. Roll.
Mia sits as if she’s the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. If that rainbow were multicolored silicone dicks in varying shapes and sizes and every color under the sun.
Some look downright alien, they definitely don’t look like any dick I’ve ever seen—not that I make it a habit of checking out other men’s dicks, but men give zero fucks about letting their cocks free-roam in gym locker rooms.
Others would low key give me a size complex and I know I’m not a small guy so that shit’s saying something.
“Uhh honey, why are there dicks all over our bed? Is my morning wood not to your satisfaction?”
Her face morphs from shocked embarrassment to amused in less than a second, a snort bursting out of her, taking her by surprise if the hand she slaps over her mouth is any indication.
I almost sink to the floor in relief that my girl laughed instead of freezing me out like she did yesterday.
Outside, I’m cool, calm, and collected. Letting myself slip naturally into my PD role, leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed.
Inside, I want to launch myself across the room, grab her in my arms, and kiss the breath out of her.
We’re gonna need you to slow your roll there, Wolff.
Suddenly, my eyes snag on the box behind her on the bed. It looks awfully familiar. A lot like the box I pulled out of my suitcase and left beside hers last night, which—yep. It’s gone.
“Miiiiiiiaaaa, did I smuggle all these dicks out here in my suitcase, by any chance?”
She giggles in response, her dark hair spilling over her face when she bends forward to pick up and inspect another giant dick.
This one looks a lot like a shark’s dick with the way it splits into two almost equal lengths.
So I like to watch Shark Week. Who doesn’t?
Taking slow, measured steps across the room, I watch her carefully, looking for any sign that her previous mood is about to resurface.
When I reach her, I tuck a finger under her chin and tilt her face up, forcing her eyes to meet mine.
They’re red. Fuck. So she has cried at some point in the last few hours. That realization hits like a knife to my heart.
Don’t ask about it. Don’t bring up yesterday. Keep it light.
“Angel, care to explain why I’ve smuggled enough toys to service the whole island?” I can’t resist gliding my thumb over her soft cheek before catching myself and letting my hand fall away.
This isn’t supposed to be a move. I want to keep it light and fun so she doesn’t feel pressured into anything.
“Well… uhh… since you enjoy reading my articles so much, I should probably let you know. The next main feature will be a sex toy review segment.” Her eyes snap to mine with what I swear are nerves flitting across them for a brief second.
“Wait, what? You have to fuck yourself with all of these? Then rate them? What, out of ten?”
Anxiety creeps into her face. I see it clear as day, her shoulders rise up, bunching close to her ears.
Wow, that asshole did this.
God, I want to kill him.
She nods stiffly, her face now entirely neutral, so unlike the vibrant Mia I know.