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And that’s the truth. I can see it already. I can see the way Gigi and Charlie make Lil a better person. In only the few hours I’ve seen the two of them around one another, I’ve witnessed a side of Lil I don’t think I’ll ever be privy to. And I love that for her. And I love that for Gigi and Charlie. They deserve to have people in their corner who want to be there. That much I know for certain.
Another thing I know for certain, next time I see Weston fucking Parker I’m going to have a hell of a time not punching him in his pretty-boy face.
Gigi gives me a soft smile as the music around us fades, and Lil and Dom finally exit the stage. The two of them make their way over to us, breathless, and when Lil spots my hand gently resting on Gigi’s she simply smiles and asks, not an ounce of jealousy in her voice, “What’s going on here?”
Gigi’s cheeks pink in embarrassment, so I look up at the two of them and say, “Just getting to know one another.”
Lil’s eyes search mine, and I know that she knows I know. But instead of commenting on it, she bends over,kisses my cheek softly, and whispers in my ear, “Thank you.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone bend over next to Gigi and grab something off the floor as Dom sits down next to me, and Lil makes herself comfortable in my lap. The man stands, black clutch in his hand, and taps Gigi on the shoulder. “‘Scuse me, ma’am. Is this yours? It was on the floor.”
“Ford?” Dom asks, standing back up. He grabs Ford’s hand and pulls him in for a hug, patting him a couple times on the back.
Ford Acosta is first baseman for the school’s baseball team. He’s a little bit of a surly fuck sometimes, which I can appreciate about a guy, but he’s as good as they come.
“Hey, guys. Didn’t mean to interrupt, I just saw this on the floor as I was walking by and wanted to get it back to the lady here.”
“Her name’s Gigi. Well, Georgia actually,” Lil rushes out from her spot in my lap, and I pinch her side. “Ow!” She slaps at my chest. “What was that for?”
“Don’t even think about it, Darlin’,” I mumble in her ear because I know exactly what’s going on in that pretty head of hers.
“Me?” She places her hand on her chest, feigning ignorance. “I’m not doing anything.”
“Keep it up and I’ll make you pay for it later,” I snarl playfully.
“Hmmm.” She wiggles, rubbing her ass against my crotch. “I like the sound of that. But”—she subtly points her finger across the table—“look.”
Ford and Gigi aren’t even paying attention. He’s just staring down at her in awe and she back up at him. Like a couple of deer in headlights. Finally, Ford clears his throat and hands her her bag. “Georgia is a beautiful name.” Gigi grabs the bag from him, and I don’t miss the way their fingers brush up against one another a little longer than necessary. But Gigi doesn’t speak. She just smiles at him, stunned into silence. Ford tends to have that effect on women. I’m not gonna lie. He’s a good looking dude.
A few seconds later, Ford finally lets go of the black clutch, and takes one last look at Gigi before looking at the three of us. “You all have a great night. I’ll see you around.”
Lil giggles in my lap as we watch Gigi’s eyes follow Ford to the other side of Jack’s.
Well, that’s interesting.
1 New Rules - Dua Lipa
CHAPTER 22
PLANT DADDY
LILIANA
“Dom, baby, why don’t we come here more often?” I huff and pretend to pout as we walk up to his second-floor apartment. “I love coming to your place.” I drag my nail down his black, faded, and cropped Disturbed T-shirt.
God he looks so fucking hot.
How many drinks have I had tonight?
Not that many, but enough to be tipsy.
But being with these men, these insanely sexy, charming, wonderful men, I feel high. Euphoric even. Just being in their presence makes me feel like I’m fucking floating.
“Because your place has you, Honey,” Dom purrs in his audio erotica voice, and it has my pussy reacting like it always does. The devilish smirk he’s wearing says he knows exactly the effect it has on me. Emerson’s huffing like a bull on the other side of me, trying towrangle our drunk dumbasses into Dom’s apartment, before we wake up the neighbors from fucking on the steps.
Emerson finally opens the door to Dom’s apartment, and we’re immediately transported into what feels like the Amazon rainforest. A serene, spacious two-bedroom apartment that is covered from floor to ceiling in plants. I honestly don’t even know what color the walls are in here between all the vines and branches lining the walls.
He’s at max capacity for anything else decoration-wise with all the plants he keeps in this damn apartment. This man has everything you can imagine. I won’t pretend to act like I know the first thing about these things, but I do know that he’s in groups on social media to buy, sell, and trade them.
