Page 103 of After Hours

“I got a little help, and it’s not much, but happy birthday, baby. It’s not a party because you hate that type of thing, but just something to make you smile.”

“Thank you. I love it.”

She smiled heavily. “You’re always welcome.”

“Did you wear this dress for me?” The seduction was strong in my voice, but who could blame me? If I didn’t know any better, I’d spread her out on this table and feast on that magnificent pussy God blessed her with.

“Yeah. Can’t wait for you to rip it off me later,” she leaned into my ear and whispered. Christ, she’ll be the death of me.

“Only time is stopping me from bending you over and making you scream on this desk.”

A wicked grin came over her face as she walked over to me, placing her hands around my neck. “It’s your birthday. I’ll come to suck you off when you have that free hour later, baby.”

I knew what a devil she was in bed, but she never spoke like this, and somehow it made my cock twitch in my pants. It turned me on, but all I could do now was kiss her, and so I did.

My kisses were never gentle. They were hot, rough, passionate, and long, filled with greed and hunger. I kissed her like my life depended on it.

“I’m here! Happy Birthday Dil—Oh.” Azzaria and I broke from our kiss and turned around. We weren’t as shocked, especially because the person who entered was Abigail.

I didn’t hate Abigail, but she was widely insufferable and always showed up at the wrong time.

“Ever heard of knocking?” I asked harshly.

“She knew I was coming. I need to gouge my eyes out after seeing that,” Abigail said and fake gagged. I’ve never met a person as dramatic as she was.

I rolled my eyes in response to her immature statement and went to sit in my chair.

“As much as I’d love to be in both of your graces, I have something to do. Happy Birthday Dillon and bye Azzaria, I love you, precious.” She locked eyes with Azzaria, and they both laughed out loud. Abigail only said that last line to piss me off, and it worked.

“You better pray to the Lord that you and my girl remain friends,” I spat out harshly. .

“Oh, we will. She and I used to make out a lot, occasional scis—”

“Abigail!,” Azzaria shouted, “stop. I can’t save you every time.”

“Yes, you can. He’s whipped. You have him wrapped around your fingers. I’m pretty sure he would bring Neptune to your feet if you asked. But I’m leaving now. Don’t miss me too much.”

I shouted, “we won’t” and laughed. I truly couldn’t stand her, but she made Azzaria happy, and that made me happy.

“I think she likes someone.”

“Where’d you draw that conclusion from?”

“I went into her phone and I saw her texting someone named ‘S’. There was nothing incriminating but still.”

“Let’s not meddle.”

“Mhm,” she mumbled and walked towards the door. “Precious. What’s on your mind?”

Her next words shocked me as she was still doubting what we had. I could understand her doubt, after all, she’s been through hell. But still, her words tugged at my heartstrings as she expressed her insecurities and questioned the nature of our relationship. She needed reassurance, and I was ready to give it.

“Let me be very clear,” I began, my tone firm and genuine. “Of course, this is real. Do you think I’d give you everything I have if I wanted just a quick fling? No, we’re not friends with benefits. Yes, we’re exclusive, and no, you’re not seeing other men unless you want them to die. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you, and I’m whatever you want me to be.”

She kissed me and it was beautiful.

“We have a gala tonight. I want you to accompany me as my date.”

“Gala?”

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