Page 67 of Below The Surface
“I mean, I’m ready to get fucked.” I bat my lashes.
Yuna snorts at the same time Rafe chokes on his drink. Grace just chuckles and eats the last french fry from her plate.
I pout a little to be silly. “Dallas has a great dick. And he gave me a cupcake the other day.”
Everyone except for Kendra slowly turns back to look at me, their mouths open.
“Wait,” Rafe says and holds up a hand. “A guy gave you a cupcake? Are you holding out on us?”
“Yeah,” Grace leans forward. “Spill. What’s going on?”
I shrug and suck down some sweet tea. “This doesn’t leave the table because it’s still so new.”
Everyone leans in. Kendra just laughs.
“I’m dating Dallas Runer.”
Rafe, of all people, gasps. “What?! How the hell did you snag Dallas Runer, of all people? He’s like the straightest guy out there.”
“Uh, that’s not a thing,” I say. “And it’s not great to assume someone’s sexuality.”
Rafe goes bright red and nods his head. “Shit. You’re right, sorry.”
“Thank you.” I launch into the dating app and getting fucked for weeks before Dallas asked to go exclusive.
“And he got you a cupcake?” Grace asks. “How romantic,” she sighs out.
“I didn’t get it.” I laugh at the absurdity of it at the time.
“Of course you wouldn’t,” Yuna says. “You get fucked and don’t give people a chance.”
“True.” I slurp down some more tea. “But people just want to fuck me, not get to know me. Unless it’s y’all of course.” I bat my lashes for good measure.
Yuna reaches over to pat my hand. “That’s not true. You’re just so afraid to let people in.”
Everyone nods, even Kendra.
“Awe, man, don’t gang up on me.” I shoulder Kendra, and she presses a kiss to my temple.
“We love you. You know that,” Grace says. “But, youdoclose yourself up a lot, then tell yourself no one cares.”
I chew on my straw. “Okay. You might be right. But now Dallas wants more than just my ass so maybe I’ll believe you.” I blow a kiss when she rolls her eyes.
“Therapy has done us wonders,” Rafe says as he kisses the top of Yuna’s head. “Just saying.” He holds up his hands when I glare back.
“I know,” I mumble. “Please, change the subject.” I can’t think about anything right now. All I want is to take a hot shower and cuddle into Dallas’s side. Maybe let his dick slide into me, or he can fuck my thighs. I’m not picky.
A sly grin takes over Kendra’s face. “Bella, Clayton’s assistant, texted me. We’re going on a date.”
“You bitch! You’re just now saying something!” I turn to glare at her, but she just laughs.
“It just happened. Like. Right now.” She turns her phone for us to see the text convo she’d been having while talking to us.
“You’re forgiven,” I say as a yawn escapes.
“Alrighty, I think it’s time for bed.” Grace yawns, too.
“Sounds good,” Kendra says, and she slides out of the booth.
