Page 25 of Bratty Badboys

Since the wedding ceremony was being held in the five-star hotel, it had a sophisticated and stylish decor with aisle runner and seating arrangements with pastel flowers.

Everyone was already seated when I entered. Some eyes narrowed to my face, but I smirked at them, making my way to an empty seat. Unfortunately, it was right beside the last person I wanted to see right now. It was none other than Kyle.

I wish I had arrived earlier the day before, so I could have changed my seating arrangement.

He barely looked at me from the corner of his eye, his glasses clean and shiny. They weren’t foggy or had sprinkles of water, like back in the shower room. I remembered how he looked when Aaron and his fiancé had entered the locker room after we had just exploded with one of the best orgasms I have had with the same gender.

We both had stayed still—or at least he had. I was trying my best to keep my post-nut trembles to a minimum, looking at each other until we heard the lovey-dovey couple leave the locker room. I couldn’t breathe, staring at Kyle’s pretty brown doe eyes. Why did he have to be so handsome? It should be illegal to look so cute and flushed with tousled hair and soaked shirt. I wanted to kiss him, ask him out on a date, take him on a ride on my bike, but before I could, he had pushed me off.

He snatched his glasses from me, avoiding my eyes as he cleaned his cum stained abs and chest with tissues in the sink and left me soaked and naked and alone in that shower. Without ever looking back at me.

I had ignored the pinch of pain between my ribs. Maybe he was still in the closet and didn’t want to face these odd feelings or his sexuality.

It took me an entire year to feel comfortable in my sexuality after kissing a guy.

Besides, I didn’t know the guy, and I didn’t care that he found me and Anna fucking beside the pool. I wasn’t here to soothe his boo-I-kissed-and-came-with-a-dude-boo feelings.

I didn’t care. I really didn’t.

“Your tie,” Kyle whispered. “It’s askew.”

My jaw clenched when I tugged at the fabric, embarrassed. “I don’t know how to tie a tie.”

He looked at me, the hair on the nape of my neck raising with attention. If he kept looking at me like that, something else was going to rise too. “Give it to me,” he said, reaching out his hand to me.

I removed it and handed it to him. I watched his clean, manicured hands fix my tie before draping it around my neck, under the shirt collar. This close, I could smell his sexy cologne and stare at his eyes, his broad nose, the cupid’s bow of his lips. They were also swollen.

“There you… go…” he met my eyes, the air between us sizzling with attraction and lust. His pupils dilated and he cleared his throat before sitting back and straightening in his seat.

“Thanks, pretty boy.” I smirked before looking at the aisle as the soft music started playing.

I licked my lips when I found Anna. She made her way from the aisle runner to the front. Her dress draped over her curves like water, leaving her fuckable ass and tits to the imagination as the silk fabric flowed delicately with each movement.

I winked at her when she met my eyes. Her cheeks flushed into a pink color that made its way straight to my pants, making them tight. I shifted in my seat, remembering how hot she felt against my body. How soft her skin was, unlike the hard one from the man sitting beside me.

As the music amped up to a beautiful, lilting sound, I felt Kyle glaring at the side of my face. He leaned closer and whispered, “Stay away from Anna. You are not good for her.”

I stared at him. I had made him cum twice, and yet he had the audacity to judge me. What the fuck does he know about not being good for anyone? I have been hearing that ever since I kissed Aaron?—

God needed her more, Caleb.

My vision darkened hearing that in my head. I kept my hand on his thigh, a proud smirk gracing my lips as I leaned closer to him.

His eyes widened and pupils dilated. A slight flush made its way from his white-collared shirt to his cheeks. I brushed my lips over his ear and said, “I’m not good for anyone, and yet you will let me fuck your tight little ass on all fours while Anna watches, so stop acting all high and mighty before I take you down a couple of notches.”

I pulled back, ignoring him as his lips parted with shock, surprise and lust. I removed my hand from his thigh and clasped my fingers together. I stared blankly at the aisle, watching the little flower girl. I ignored the odd look on Anna’s face, which quickly morphed into a sweet smile. Tears gleamed in her eyes, making me frown when Aaron walked down the aisle in a white suit.

Why is she crying? Maybe she was his close aunt?

I knew he wanted to walk alone to the aisle. His father was homophobic in the beginning when he came out, but I knew his mom was very supportive. So where is she?

I clapped along with the guests when they shared their loving vows, promising to be with each other and how much it reminded me of… lies. I didn’t know why, but weddings for me were not permanent. It was just sharing cheap words that would mean nothing in a couple of years or worse, a couple of months. Marriage wasn’t for me, but seeing Aaron be happy with the person he loved made my heart throb with some unknown emotion which I have never had before.

I remembered the day in my dorm room. I had used gel on my hair to tame it down and had a bouquet of flowers. Ready to confess to Aaron that I wanted to be more than friends-with-benefits.

Make him my boyfriend and be his.

He had walked into my room with the biggest smile, telling me he found a cute guy and they were going on a date. When Aaron had asked me about the roses, I had smirked and told him I was having some girl over.

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