Chapter Nine #2
"Yeah, I used those AI filters." He shrugs. "I wanted people to see me from all different perspectives."
"Huh?" I say to him in confusion.
"Don't they say to show your ugliest pictures online so when people meet you, they're impressed?" He grins, and I try to ignore his yellow teeth.
"Yeah, I guess, but don't AI pictures generally make you look better? Kind of like filters?"
"I was about to say, I was wondering if you had a filter in your photos. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love big boobs and a big ass, but I thought you were going to be a little bit slimmer."
There is no way in hell he is saying this to me. "Well, I actually thought that you were—"
"Is that you, Skye?" A familiar, deep voice sounds from behind me, and I freeze.
"Oh my gosh," I mumble under my breath as I turn around.
There is Kingston, standing there with a beautiful blonde bombshell. His eyes move from me over to Camden and back. He's grinning.
"You look lovely this evening."
"Thank you," I say.
"Who's this?"
Kingston takes a step toward us. I notice that the blonde is clinging to his arm, and she's not looking particularly happy to see me.
"This is my date, Camden," I say, trying not to groan.
"Yo, what's up, dude?" Camden says. "Whoa, you are hot.
" He looks at the blonde. "Yeah, girl, I like what you're working with.
" His eyes are glued to her cleavage, which is practically spilling out of her dress.
We can all see her nipples poking through as well.
"I definitely appreciate when my girl wears no bra," Camden says as he looks back at me in my dress.
I definitely have a bra on and I'm glad that I do at this point. Kingston's eyes narrow and he frowns .
"Are you guys dating? Like boyfriend-girlfriend or…"
"Nah, this is our first date," Camden says with a chuckle. "To be honest, I'm only on the app to hit it and quit it, but…" He grins. "You never know what could happen, right, Skyeus?"
I press my lips together. I have no idea why he's calling me Skyeus, and I vow to tell him to shut the fuck up, but I don't want to let Kingston know how pissed off I am.
"Oh, I see." Kingston stares at Camden and then at me.
"We were just about to go in for dinner."
"I see," Kingston says, looking at his date, then looking at me, then looking at Camden.
Camden slips his arm around my waist, and I feel his hand reaching down to my ass, and he squeezes. "Hey, plumpity, plump, plump. You want to know something, Skyeus?"
"No," I say, as I take a step forward.
"I like big butts, and I cannot lie." He grins, and I stifle a groan. "I know you didn't ask me this, but I figured we'd talk about it tonight, but I like to hit it from behind. That's my favorite position."
Kingston's eyes widen before he looks back at Camden, narrowing them.
"You think that's really appropriate for a first date?" he asks Camden in a gruff voice, and I shiver at his tone. He reminds me of a lion right before he roars.
"What? I believe in honesty."
"Do you though?" I ask him. "That's why you used AI photos on your profile?"
"What are you trying to say? You've brought that up several times.
" He looks annoyed. "Wait. Are you trying to say I don't look as good as my photos or something?
I mean, I wasn't going to say that you looked like you were a hundred and ten pounds in your photos, and in person, you're looking like you're two hundred. "
"Excuse me?" I say incredulously. "I am not two hundred pounds, thank you very much."
"Okay, I'm just saying. With that badonkadonk on you."
This man is going to see my right hook in T minus five seconds. If he says one more word, I will show him that Mike Tyson has a redheaded daughter who doesn’t play.
"Shall we share a table?" Kingston asks me as if he’s unsure as to my answer. I’m surprised to hear something other than confidence in his tone.
Is he crazy? Does he really think I want to stay? "I think that I'm just going to go home," I say, shaking my head. "I don't know that this is going to work for me, Camden."
He holds his hands up in the air. "Hey, man.
I'm sorry. I was just nervous because I saw you in that white dress and you had me thinking that you were thinking we were going to get married when all I'm thinking about is getting some.
But I'm not trying to be rude or crude or make you feel uncomfortable.
Please, let me buy you dinner. I mean, we had such great conversations online, and—"
"Come on, Skye," Kingston says. "Why don't you let the nice man buy you dinner?” His lips twitch, and I can tell he’s deliberately being a jerk. We both know there is nothing nice about this twat.
I stare at him through narrowed eyes. "Because?"
"Because what? You got better plans tonight? I think it will be quite enjoyable for the four of us. Don't you think so, Angelica?"
She frowns, her very red lips pouting. "But I thought tonight was going to be about us getting reacquainted, my darling Kingston. It's been so long."
"And we will get reacquainted," he says with a slight nod. Then he looks back at me with an SOS in his eyes. "I think a double date would be quite fun."
"Okay," I say, agreeing.
Maybe Kingston isn't doing this just to help me. Maybe he wants me to help him as well.
"Shall we go and check the tables?" Kingston offers, grabbing my arm. "Angelica, why don't you and Camden stay here for a few moments and Skye and I will check the reservations."
"Okay," she says, looking annoyed.
Kingston guides me toward the ma?tre d'.
"So, you and Camden, huh?"
"You and Angelica, huh?"
"At least she didn't lie about her appearance."
"Yeah." I make a face. "Can you believe that jackass said I was two hundred pounds?"
"Nope, you don't look an ounce over one hundred."
I giggle as I shake my head. "That's not true. I'm definitely not a hundred pounds, but I'm not two hundred either. I'm like, one-fifty. Okay, maybe one sixty.” Why am I talking about my weight? I’ve seriously lost the plot.
"Nothing wrong with that," he says with a smile. "You also didn't have to tell me, but just in case you were interested, I lift three hundred and pounds so I got you, anytime you need me to get you.”
“Um, thanks. I'm just offended, and my ass is not even that big."
He turns to look at my ass in the dress. "I mean, you don't have a flat ass." He smirks. "Which is good."
"Thanks, I guess."
"You look very beautiful, Skye," he says softly, almost like he’s dumbfounded. "And your hair, it looks different.”
"I blew it out and straightened it for the day. I cannot believe I wasted my time doing that.” I don’t know why I feel so self-conscious about my hair. Or why my heart is racing like I’m about to be crowned Ms. America.
"I like it curly, but it looks really nice straight." He keeps our eye contact, and the intensity of his gaze warms my insides. "Chin up. It's not like you were going to marry the man," he says, chuckling.
"That's not even funny. He's such a douchebag. Why do I always meet douchebags?"
"I don't know." He shrugs. "Maybe because you haven't met a man like me yet."
I raise a single eyebrow. "No comment. Anyway," I say. "Why do you want to have a double date when you're with someone like Angelica?"
"To be honest? She is a lot more needy than I remember. Besides, I just wanted to have a fun thing and she's already talking about diamond rings from Tiffany's."
"What?" I say, grinning. "She's your girlfriend or…?"
"No." He shakes his head. "She's someone I went on a couple of gateways with a couple of years ago, and I just gave her a call to see if she wanted to hang out."
"I see." My mind is wondering when he says a couple of dates a couple of years ago, did they just go to dinner, or did they do more? I bite down on my lip.
"What is it?" he asks.
"Nothing," I say, shaking my head. "I just…"
"You just what?"
"I was just wondering something."
"Wondering what?"
"You know, if you guys…"
"Oh, Skye, you know I'm a man, right?"
I feel jealousy surge through me. So he and Angelica have slept together and now they're on another date.
Were they going to sleep together tonight?
I try not to think about it. I don't want to think about it.
I don't want to picture him with another woman, which is crazy because he's my boss and it's not like he's my man.
"I mean, good for you. She’s very beautiful." I nod.
"I don't think I'm going to go down that road with her again though," he says, smirking. "Not that that's any of your business."
"Not that I wanted to know anyway," I say.
"Sure you didn't," he says. "So, we combining the reservations?"
I nod in answer.
He grins. "So, we have a little bit of a truce?"
"For tonight," I say. "I'm still mad at you."
"As you should be." He grins. "But I am sure you are quite happy that I was here to save you from your horrible date tonight."
"I don't need saving. I was about to leave, but I am hungry, so I'll take a free meal and some drinks and enjoy the night as best as I can."
"Is that all this night is about for you, then? A free meal and free drinks?"
"Obviously, that's not what I was hoping for when the night started, but…" I sigh. "It is what it is. I guess Elisabetta was wrong once again."
"Oh? Why? What did she say?"
"She said she had a feeling that tonight was going to be my night and that he was going to be the one." I roll my eyes. "He's definitely not the one."
"So, you're looking for the one, huh?" Kingston says softly. "You're looking for your Mr. Forever?"
"I don't know about that." I shrug and turn away from him. I don't want to confess everything about my life to this man who is still quite an asshole. Just because he's being nice to me today doesn't mean much.
"Fine," he says, holding up his hands. "You don't have to tell me. But if you are looking for the one, then I suggest you don't set up dates with people like Camden."