Page 32 of Bratty Badboys

Caleb nodded in Anna’s direction. She was stroking Alice’s hair and talking to the guests. My grandma had already retired to her room, and I hoped Felix would take care of Alice for one night so that we could…

“I have never done it before,” I confessed, but thinking about Anna and Caleb together with me made my pants tighter.

“Neither have I with another man.” He chuckled, the sound young and carefree. “But I always get what I want.”

The prominent dimple in his cheek made me excited and nervous. I could guess what it would feel like. That one night with him, even though it was a messy hand job and blowjob, made me restless for the next few months. I didn’t want any more restless nights after what I saw this morning… after what we did in that locker room.

And heck, I wanted to loosen my tie for once. I hadn’t slept with anyone for five years. I didn’t mind being celibate for the rest of my life, but I wanted this.

I wanted them.

I needed more.

I craved Anna and Caleb. Both.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Caleb said, his gaze intense. “You had an odd look on your face when you were staring at her?—”

I stopped him. “It was nothing.”

He pursed his lips.

I looked away and asked, “Why did I receive your… video instead of her?”

He hummed, noticing the change of subject and fortunately, ignored it. “I was high. Sent it to your saved number instead.”

“Y-you were high?” I gaped at him. “And what if you sent it to your parents by mistake?”

Caleb looked at me comically. “My dad would have ignored it or sent me a text to go out and touch grass instead.”

Strange father.

“And what about your mother?” I shook my head. “You shouldn’t have smoked and?—”

“My mom’s dead,” he said in a clipped voice.

“…Oh.”

“I didn’t smoke. I took an aphrodisiac by mistake.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to?—”

“Anna is leaving.” He stood up and said, “Alone.”

I looked in the direction where he was staring and saw her saying goodbyes to the wedding organizer.

My heart rate picked up when I saw Caleb smirk. “Let’s see who gets to her first.” He winked, taking a head-start.

I stood up and hurried after him. My legs were longer and running every morning had its own benefits, but I’m glad one of them made me a few seconds quicker than him.

His heavy footsteps echoed behind me as I hurried my pace and we both rushed when Anna walked in the elevator. Our shoulders bumped against each other as we stopped the doors from closing. Anna’s eyebrows raised at us when we struggled to get in.

“I got here first,” I said when he nudged me, getting in.

He scoffed, fixing his hair when I stepped on the other side of Anna.

“I got in first, so I won.” He faced Anna, a hot smolder on his face, wishing I could pinch it. “Didn’t I, sweet chicks?”

“Call me that again and you’re not getting anywhere near me.”

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