Page 23 of Bratty Badboys

I wondered if I had given my number to anyone—Caleb. But as far as I knew, he would never send me such weird and cryptic messages like that.

What the hell?

“Mom.”

I raised my head from my phone to see Aaron rushing to me.

“What happened? Is everything okay?”

“Of course it is.” He smiled, pulling out an envelope from his suit jacket and handing it to me. “I know you love me, but you already helped a ton with this beautiful venue. I don’t need more.”

I titled my head at the envelope, which seemed heavy, and opened it to see a lot of hundred-dollar bills.

“Aaron, what is?—”

“I gotta go before he gets cold feet.” He kissed my cheek and left me in the hallway. I pulled myself to the side, smiling and nodding at every guest as they walked past me to the elevators.

I was sure I didn’t give any money to Aaron. Then where did he find it? I still had some time before going to the marriage hall, so I rushed to my room and checked the envelope.

I pursed my lips at the content. It had around ten to twenty grand. But who would give him so much money? Felix? Nope. He was the type of person to consult me which tie to wear that matched with his socks or which condiment to buy, so even if he had extra money lying around, he would ask me if he should give it to Aaron or not.

Even then, he wouldn’t do it. Felix was Aaron’s stepdad. He wouldn’t do it. Period.

Then who?

I shook my head and kept it in a safe before locking my room. I could figure it out later.

I was in my head, walking down the hotel hallway, when a hand wrapped around my arm. I jumped but relaxed, finding none other than Caleb.

“Damn, mama,” he whistled, roving his dark gaze all over me, making my cheeks heat. “You look so fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to bend you over?—”

“Caleb.”

He raised his eyes from my chest to my face and flashed an innocent smile. “Yes, ma’am?”

“You look handsome,” I said, fixing the collar of his shirt. He had makeup on. Which was usual for the people attending my gay son’s marriage. But he pulled it off really well. Thin black eyeliner on his mono-lids with soft cherry toned lip gloss that made his pouty lips look juicy and inviting.

“Handsome enough to bury my face in your—pardon my French—pretty, fuckable tits?”

My lips parted at his filthy question, and I looked around, making sure no one heard him. I glared at his charming smile. “Can you not act like a horny teenager for one second, Caleb?”

He shrugged, running a hand through his gelled locks, his nails painted in black, and knuckles covered in silver rings. God, he looked truly edible.

“Can’t blame myself for acting like a horny teenager when all I did was fuck my fist, watching your hips in that song.” He eyed my ass with a dark smolder.

My throat was dry at his words. I didn’t know he… he would say that so blatantly. Admitting that I was his crush and that he?—

I shook my head at his shamelessness and licked my lips.

“You are… I’m busy. I’ve to go and?—”

“I know, I know, help with the wedding and all.” He waved his hand, and I straightened up when he looked at me with a pursed face. “I need to confess something, Anna.”

“Another one of your teenage fantasies?” I asked, raising my brow.

Caleb cracked a smile. He was beautiful. “I’ll tell you each and every one of them in detail later, but no, ma’am. It’s about this morning.”

I swallowed and shifted my weight on the heels, crossing my arms.

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