Page 6 of Freak

“You see Veronica? We’re expecting our fifth child.”

“Ok.”

“Ok?” he leaned. “That’s all I get?”

The music began to slow as the DJ stilled the lights over the stage. Veronica greeted everyone, explaining the various charities that our proceeds would go to. Everyone clapped.

“You deserve more?” I asked.

“Usually people congratulate others when they hear they’re having a kid.”

My face soured, not by the washed up jocks that entered the stage for bidding, but by Jake. I side-eyed his boyish grin as women hollered for the potbelly boys on stage.

“Congratulations?” I asked. “On what? Your four walking creampies? If you want a balloon for shooting a load in Veronica Tess, then you can find some by the exit.”

This didn’t seem to bother Jake, in fact, he licked his lips.

The music began to pick up.

“Our next eligible bachelor is a four-time MVP state champion, a collegiate all-American, who graduated top of his class at Stanford University…”

Jake brushed his small cock against my thigh, as he leaned into my ear, “You know, if you want kids, I can help you, too… I got a full sack just for you, freak.”

“You can find this handsome doctor at Northwestern Memorial Hospital in Chicago, Illinois as the chief surgeon of pediatric cardiology…”

“Depends. Do you have big balls?” I asked, staring straight at the stage.

“The one, the only… Rafael Amada!”

I wasn’t sure what to expect as I saw Rafael walk onto the stage. I imagined someone like Jake, wrinkled and stressed, burdened with the lack of hair and enthusiasm. But that wasn’t the case at all.

I was completely disappointed—positively enraged.

Out from the curtains, in perfect six-foot-two stature, was the pinnacle of a man; lean and sharp, Rafael’s dark, thick hair was pulled all the way back, his skin colored by vacations, but worn devilishly well with the perfect creases of a furrowed grin.

Rafael’s dark eyes circled the crowd as he unbuttoned his Armani suit, his surgical hands delicately, but decisively, positioned like manicured machines created for saving lives or yanking hair.

I hated that I almost stumbled at his sight, or how my bladder twisted itself inside out. I was there again, in the closet, on the verge of wetting my fifteen-thousand-dollar dress.

“Thank you…” Rafael growled into the mic, a pleasantry that felt directed at me. Thank you for still caring, thank you for wasting your thoughts and mental space on a high school memory.

It pissed me off.

“Big fucking balls,” Jake replied, reminding me that the slug was still near my ear.

“Shall we begin the bidding at two hundred?”

Immediately, paddles lifted in the air.

Fuck. Being mentally prepared had left me physically unprepared for the event, as the price began to climb.

“I have three hundred, can I get three-fifty? I have four to the lady in green…”

Jake whispered into my ear, his body brushing against mine, “Let me take you to the locker… give you the full package.”

Without looking, my hand reached toward his crotch, his timid shaft poking above what little balls I felt. I could hear the smile in Jake’s voice, before it suddenly shifted.

“Summer! What the fuc?—”

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