Page 17 of The Aftermath

“You ready to get the fuck out of here?” I ask them. Ry eyes me funnily before he nods his hand and grabs Tamsyn. Levi’s the first to walk away, having had enough of this shit to begin with, and me? I nod toward Angel so she will follow along. At first, she seems hesitant, but then she comes.

We walk out the front door and down the stairs before waiting on a valet to bring the damn car around.

“Did we all have a killer good time?” Levi asks, smirking over his shoulder at us. Rylan and I laugh, but the girls don’t. In fact, Angel scoots away from me slightly. I let her have her space for now because that isn’t going to last too much longer.

When the car is pulled up, as we all pile in, Tamsyn says she’s hungry.

“We just ate,” I remind her.

“We didn’t just eat. We picked at it. Everyone fucking picked at it. No one wanted to eat that shit,” she adds. She isn’t wrong.

“True. I didn’t eat shit,” Levi says as he pulls out.

“So let’s go get something to eat.” Levi pulls out and takes a left, heading toward town while I scroll through things on my phone. I need to get someone close to the mayor I can use. I need to know his schedule and when he’ll be home alone.

I notice Angel watching from next to me and click everything off before pulling up my social media accounts. Pictures of girls pop up, and she huffs next to me. I close the app and slide the phone into my pocket before reaching for her and pulling her into my side.

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Angel.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Lies don’t sound sweet coming from those lips either,” I warn her.

Chapter 10

Angel

You know, you never really notice just how many girls will throw themselves at a man until you really sit back and pay attention.

We went to grab something to eat, and the only thing open was pizza. While we were sitting there waiting for our order, the number of girls who were blatantly throwing themselves at the guys was insane. It was annoying as hell, which is why I excused myself to come into the bathroom. If I had to watch it one more time, I might have lost it altogether.

I freshen up, and as I’m heading back to the table, I see Tamsyn snatching some girl by the hair and yanking her out of her seat. She then shoves her toward the other table, and the guys laugh. Tamsyn has no problem with handling her business, and there are times I wish I were more like her. This is one of them. Some girl sits next to Silas, taking up my seat. He looks at me with a challenge in his eyes, but there’s no way I can do what Tamsyn did. That’s just not me. So, instead of pulling her out of her seat, I walk right past the table. Tamsyn calls out to me, but I ignore them and head for the door. As soon as I step foot outside, he’s right behind me. In seconds, he has me spun around and pinned to the wall of the restaurant.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home.”

“We’re not done here,” he tells me.

“I am.”

“I don’t think so,” he disagrees, pressing closer to me. I shove him back a step, and he lets me have a little space. “What’s your problem?”

“If you think for one second I’m going to fight some random girl over you, you’ve lost your mind,” I tell him. I see the look in his eyes; laughter lurks in them. Go ahead. Laugh. As I shove off the wall and start walking away, he grabs me.

“Let me go!”

“You think I want you to fight over me?”

“Isn’t it? You saw Tamsyn fight for Ry, and you want the same.”

“You don’t know what the fuck I want, Angel.”

“You’re right. I don’t!” I snap at him, trying to pull away, but his hold is too tight. He jerks me closer to him, his lips skimming my ear lobe. Before I can say anything, he’s dragging me back inside and back to our table. He sits down in the booth, and the girl attempts to slide in, but he pulls me in instead. Then he grips my thigh in his hand and forces my legs apart before hiking up my dress. I try to pull it back, but his other hand comes up to pinch my nipple roughly between his fingers, causing me to whimper. He pulls my dress up and lets everyone see what’s beneath it as he dips a finger inside of me.

“You see this pussy? This is my pussy. And all that sticky white stuff? That’s my fucking cum dripping out of her. You can look all you want, but if you attempt to fucking touch me, I will cut your fucking hands off. The only one allowed to touch me is her,” Silas says, nodding at me. His finger works its way in and out of me, and I nearly moan out loud. He doesn’t care if people are watching or if we’re in a public place. He keeps finger fucking me until I can’t take anymore.

“Go ahead, come all over the fucking seat, Angel. Just like on the ride,” he coos as he coaxes me higher. I close my eyes, not wanting anyone to see me like this, but I can’t stop the orgasm from washing over me. Silas hums his approval before allowing me to move and pull my dress back down. The rest of the table doesn’t say shit, as if nothing just happened.

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