Page 63 of Cocky Jerk

“If you think it’s better, I’ll stay in the car, outside the gates, fine. You just call me if you need me. And if you decide you want to hold off on going there today, we can go to the mall and get you something to wear tonight. Tomorrow, you won’t need any clothes.”

“Oh, yeah? Why is that?”

“You’ll be naked all day.”

“So much for pure intentions,” she laughs.

“I should’ve been more specific.”

* * *

“Surprise!”

Tig and Delia freeze in their tracks, their eyes moving from me to take in the rest of the room and all the familiar faces of their friends.

“What’s all this?” Tig asks, looking back at me.

Grinning at the bastard, I shrug my shoulders and raise my beer to him.

“Happy Anniversary,” Soraya says, rushing toward them. Graham is hot on her heels as she envelopes Delia in a hug.

“They look genuinely surprised,” Antonia says from beside me. Taking a pull of my beer, I turn to her. She decided to hold off on paying her father a visit to get some of her things and after a morning quickie, we hit Kings Plaza. I was never big on shopping, but that might be because I never got to sit in a dressing room while my girl slid into one sexy outfit after another. It’s a totally different experience.

Out of all the clothes she bought, she decided to wear a simple off the shoulder black dress that molded to every curve. It was cut mid-thigh, and she paired it with knee-high boots. Another new purchase I was sure was only made to drive me mad. I couldn’t wait to get her home. She could ditch the dress, but the boots were staying on.

Peeling her gaze away from Tig and Delia, she looks at me as I lower the bottle from my lips and stare at hers.

The red lipstick is new too.

I can’t wait to smear it.

“Aren’t we going to go say hello?”

“We should probably do that, right?”

She laughs and grabs my free hand.

“Introduce me to your cousins, Pirelli. Isn’t that why you brought me here?”

A week ago, bringing Antonia here to meet Tig seemed like the perfect excuse to get him and Delia here, but now I just want her here for me. Before I can tell her that, though, she drags me to the small huddle surrounding our guests of honor.

Graham notices me first.

“Pirelli, nice to see you finally decided to ease up on the hair gel,” he mocks. “How’s your jaw?”

“Bennett,” I reply. “Still got that stick shoved up your ass, huh? Must be painful when you take a shit.”

He chuckles and offers me his hand, which I take.

“Antonia, you’ve met Graham, right?”

“Yes,” she replies, flashing him a brilliant smile. “Nice to see you again.”

“Likewise, I hear all good things from Soraya,” he replies, eyeing her empty glass. “What are you drinking?”

She follows his gaze.

“Tequila on the rocks.”

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