Page 6 of Dating the Bad Boy

CHAPTER 3

ASA

I paceoutside of the arena in Silver Spoon Falls, my hands shoved into the pockets of my suit. The damn thing feels about three sizes too small. It might actuallybetoo small. I don’t fucking know.

I just told the man at the shop what I needed, and he swore he knew what he was doing.

I’m not convinced.

My balls don’t have breathing room. Is that normal?

I pull out my phone and pull up my messages with my older brother, Aidan.

Me

Yo, question.

Aidan

Fuck off. I’m busy.

Me

Are your balls supposed to be able to breathe in a suit?

Aidan

Why the fuck are you in a suit? Also… why the fuck are you asking me?

Me

I have a date. And you’re the one who always wears this ridiculous shit. Answer the question.

Aidan

What do you mean, a date? And my balls breathe fine.

“Motherfucker,” I mutter.

Me

I knew the prick at the shop was full of shit when he said it was supposed to fit this way. I look like someone poured me into this motherfucker.

Aidan

LOL. Take a pic.

I send him back the middle finger emoji. And then I think about it for two seconds, say screw it, and send him the requested photo. I may be poured into this bitch, but I still look good.

What? It’s true.

Aidan

Jesus Christ. You are in a suit.

Me

Told you.

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