Page 19 of Don't Date Your Ex Best Friend
“Wow,” he breathed out, gazing at my face and noticing every curve and flaw as if he wanted to remember me whenever he closed his eyes.
I blinked at him and mustered an awkward smile.I pulled away and felt my knees wobble at the sudden closeness of this gorgeous man.The musky scent of his cologne wafted through my nose.Yet somehow, I stood on my own legs while we stared at each other.More like, I stared up at him because of my short, closer-to-Satan height.
Brushing away the strands of my hair from my face, I noticed his sharp features and lowered my eyes to his v-neck black t-shirt.It hugged his broad shoulders, stretching over them.I clenched my fists trying to control my hormones and looked down at his long legs clad in pants and sneakers.
I felt heat surge my face under his scrutinizing gaze and chuckled nervously, “Um ...thank you for catching me.”
I ignored the sound of Lina and Anya as he smiled warmly at me, his teeth gleaming like white pearls, “It was nothing really, I feel honored.”
Smiling at him, I felt my insides melt at his smooth, sultry voice as if he wasn’t even trying to make his voice sound deeper.He was—what I like to call, ‘Fuck-pussy on legs’, just another idiom of ‘sex on legs,’ because I could imagine myself riding hi?—
PG-13, Kia.PG-13.
I looked away, heat rushing to my face, neck, and ears as I sneakily checked his left hand to look for a ring and sighed in relief when I found it empty.
His voice snapped me out of my dirty, filthy thoughts, “So, what are you doing out here?”His voice traveled down to my core, and I had to clench my thighs because I wasn’t wearing underwear.
Fuck my life.
I cleared my throat and pointed to the Mini Cooper we had rented for our drive to Las Vegas.“We were traveling to Vegas, but it broke down after we paid for the gas, and now we are hanging out here until the car service shows up.”I looked at Lina who was crying about her no-bachelorette party and looked back at Blue-eyes who was gazing at me.
He watched me longingly and finally looked over my shoulder at the twins like it was a hard task to take his eyes off me.I blushed instantly, thinking about it, and bit my lip when his eyes dropped to them, making me release it instantly.
Why the fuck am I acting like a teenager?
Licking my lips, I straightened myself, and I swear I saw him hide a smile as his eyes glowed with mischief.
“Bachelorette?”He even checked my left hand for good measure.
I bit back my laugh, “Yeah, it was ...but I bet it won’t happen.The twin in the red top; her wedding is next week, and she’s been acting like a bridezilla since last month.”
“That’s sad,” I looked back at him and saw him biting his lip as he ran his hand through his smooth raven hair, “This is weird, but we have some space in our Safari and we’re going to Vegas too.”
I noticed his sleek black 1957 Pontiac Safari—my God, a hot guy with a hot car?I also noticed that he said ‘we’.But as I squinted my eyes, I saw a ginger head guy bobbing his head to some 90s jam he was playing.I looked back at Blue-eyes and found him staring back at me with patience.Well, he didn’t look like a serial killer.But who am I to judge a person to know whether he was a serial killer?
“Oh, and—” I almost jumped back when he stepped toward me.Almost.“I am Jake,” he extended his hand to me.I stared at it like it was a baby dragon about to blow fire on me.
Not to mention he already blew fire on my pu?—
I raised my hand, ignoring the zing of pleasure when he squeezed it.“Nice to meet you, Jake.I am Kiara.”I smiled and realized how wonderful his name sounds from my lips.
It would sound much better if I was moaning it.
I clenched my thighs and let go of his calloused hand.Jake smiled, “Pleasure is mine, Kiara.”
Was it bad that I wanted to hear him groan when I—hold your thoughts, Kia.He is a respectable gentleman and he could be gay for all you know.He’s a fine ass man with a fine ass, but don’t forget that God created fine ass men as gay.
I just said fine ass three times in one sentence.I needed to get laid.Oh, Lord.
Almost six months later, we were dating each other and next month, after the parents’ meeting is over, I had asked Mr.Davis for a week vacation because?—
My phone lit up with a text message, and I felt bubbles in my stomach seeing it was a text from him.My excitement died down when I read the text.
Jake:Sorry, sweetheart.Flight is late.Might not make it.
I groaned into my pillow and sighed.I removed my earrings and replied,
Me:It’s alright.Missing you.
