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“She doesn’t hate you, and this might be a good way to make up for that shit you did. Nice wedding, good food, oh! You could take her and Wade on the flyboard! You know mom is expecting you to do that after rehearsal anyway.” I groan before flopping into my chair.
“I’d rather hire an escort.”
“Hi, Derek!” Indy sings as Derek walks in and jumps, dropping his keys.
“Uhm… H-hey,” he mutters before looking at me and walking away.
“Stop flirting with Virginia,” I scowl at my sister as she stares at Derek’s retreating form. “He’s not used to that kind of interaction, so he might assume you mean to poison him and then he’ll try to murder you.” She is unmoved by my words as she keeps looking at where Derek had been.
“I really wish I could, but Ash, the man has an ass on him–”
“Stop!” I interrupt, holding up my hand. “Just, stop.”
“Who has an ass?” Janie asks as she and Fox walk in.
“No one!” I yell.
“Derek.” Indy beams, no shame whatsoever.
“Oh, I know right?” Janie gushes as she hands Indy a coffee. “That man can fill out a pair of jeans.”
Fox clears his throat. “I am right fucking here.” Janie whips her head around and looks up at her fiancé.
“You’re right. Fox, do you have an opinion on Derek’s ass and ability to fill out jeans?” Janie blinks, waiting for his response.
“Why are you the way that you are?” he growls, causing Janie to giggle and turn her attention back to Indy.
“So, a thing for Derek, huh? Good! The poor guy needs a cute girl in his corner.” Janie grins and I slam my head on my table.
“OUT! The both of you!” I shout, not lifting my head as I listen to them giggle and walk into the back where the piercing area is.
I hear the door open and shut, and then I feel manly arms wrapping around me. “What’s wrong, puddin’?” Atlas’ voice coos in my ear. I groan, not in the mood for this today.
“My sister told my mom I have a girlfriend for the wedding. And I am pretty sure she wants to have sex with Derek.” Atlas squeezes me tighter and kisses my cheek.
“Want to take me? We can make them all jealous of our love.” I snort and shove him.
“Get away, you weirdo.”
Fox shakes his head as he takes off his shirt. “Woah,” I hold my hands up. “I don’t know what is happening, but I do notconsent.”
Fox throws his shirt at my face. “At is tattooing me, you dumbass. But, if you would like to discuss whatever that show you two just put on was, we can definitely do that.”
“It’s love, Fox. A deep, mystical love that you could never understand.” Atlas looks the bearded man up and down and gives him a wink. “Unless you wanna understand.”
Fox flips Atlas off before hopping onto the station. “Just shut up and tattoo me. I have an appointment at three.”
* * *
I hearthe chime of the front door and stand up from the sketch table to go greet the customer. Walking into the front of the shop, I’m momentarily stunned when I see Sunday. Wow, she’s adorable in her off the shoulder, flowy, light orange top and ripped skinny jeans. Her long silver hair is in a loose side braid with strands falling out around her face.
She stares up at me, eyes wide. “Thank God,” she whispers while crashing into me. I stand there in shock as her body melts against mine, her long arms wrapping around my chest.
“Sun–”
“Help me,” she whispers against me. “He’s coming, I’m so sorry, please just play along. I will owe you.”
I’m about to question her when I hear the door chime again and instantly her lips are on mine. My eyes go wide, and my heart might possibly shoot out of my chest. I close my eyes as her tongue slips over my lips and fucking great, all the blood is going straight to my cock.
