Page 8 of Big Dix

Atticus

I chuckle to myself watching Evelyn walk back into the kitchen. Even those checkered chef pants can’t hide the ass that woman’s packing.

She’s fun, and I think I may ask her out later.

Speaking of fun, I slide my phone from my pocket, open the app, and check to see if my horny little admirer has replied.

Nope. Crickets. I wonder if I scared BigBoo...ks4BigDix off by being so forward. Maybe the video was too much for her. I just hope she doesn’t share it with the media. That’s all I need. It was stupid of me to send it in the first place, but I just couldn’t help it. I felt the need to respond to her. Anyway, I pay my agent and public relations team an assload to deal with things like this, so I’m not going to worry about it.

@BigDix.69

Did the Big Bad Wolf scare Riding Hood away?

I hit send, then look up as I tuck my phone back in my pocket and watch Evelyn rush around the kitchen. Her movements are effortless, almost elegant. She’s good at what she does if the food is any indication. She takes her phone from her pocket and smiles at whatever she finds there while typing.

I’d like to be the lucky bastard putting that smile on her face.

She tucks her phone away, and then a few moments later, my phone pings with the notification.

It’s Big Books.

@Bigboo...ks4BigDix

it takes a lot more than a nice dick to send me on the run. I’m just busy at work right now. Not ignoring you. This food doesn’t want to cook itself.

What? Wait a second. No fucking way! It was just a coincidence that Evelyn smiled at something, then typed something out, and my phone chimed, right?

I glance up and watch her tap on her phone again, then get back to work.

“There you are.” Anastasia approaches me with a massive toothy smile on her face.

I hate coming to these things alone; after a while, they tend to be a little boring. Had I known I would meet the lovely Evelyn here, I wouldn’t have brought a date.

“How are you?” she purrs as her arm slides around my neck for a quick hug.

“Good. Thank you for coming.”

Everyone else knows Anastasia Boyd as the beautiful, golden-haired goddess. An A-list Hollywood starlet, but before her dreams took off, she was just Annie Boyd, my childhood neighbor, like a kid sister who knows me better than anyone. Or shewaslike a sister… until that night a couple of years ago when I came home after I’d lost the biggest bowl game of my career to find her in my house, naked and waiting for me on my couch.

No man could say no to that—at least, I couldn’t. She’s beautiful, intelligent, passionate, and wanted me to see her as more than an old friend. The few months we fooled around were great until practice let out early and I came home to find her fucking the personal trainer I had paid for. That ended things between us immediately, but somehow, we managed to stay friends after a few awkward months of her pleading for forgiveness. I chose to believe that the fame went to her head and somewhere deep down, she was still my old friend, Annie. Regardless, it doesn’t stop the media from gossiping and speculating about our status anyway.

But she isn’t the woman I want in my bed anymore. I couldn’t trust her on that level again. Forgive not forget. It’s better that we just remain friends or as close to it as I am willing to be again.

I peek over Annie’s shoulder to the kitchen where Evelyn hustles around, getting things plated. I’ll wait for my moment, but I’m asking her out—something I haven’t done with a woman in years. They always seem to just tumble into my arms and my bed.

It’s been a while since I’ve met a woman who has interested me as Evelyn has. She’s beautiful, charming, and funny as hell. I bet she’d be a real damn good time.

My phone chimes. I glance at it briefly before I look up and watch Evelyn exit through the back door in the kitchen and rest along the railing of the deck, her silhouette barely highlighted by the up-lighting.

“Atticus. Did you hear me?”

I turn my attention to Annie, who is staring at me with an odd expression on her face. “Sorry, I didn’t.”

My mind is definitely elsewhere. My phone chimes in my hand with an incoming message. I click on the notification to find a reply from BigBoo...ks.

@BigBoo...ks4BigDix

I will admit, Mr. Big Dix, the sheer length and girth of that devil dick are a little intimidating. I like a challenge, though.

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