Page 2 of Havoc
Attention was called to the bride and groom as they cut the cake, and Lawrence watched with everyone else, wondering if either of them would smash the cake in the other one’s face.
Instead, Kieran fed Alijah a small piece of the cake. When Alijah went to pick up a piece of it, icing getting on her finger, Kieran grabbed her wrist and brought her finger to his lips, sucking it into his mouth, and Lawrence smirked at them.
He was sure Kieran knew all eyes were on him, but the other man didn’t care. Lawrence could see it in his eyes. He was promising Alijah a few nights of no sleep, incapacitated legs, and a sore kitty.
When Kieran slowly released her finger, Lawrence watched him smirk at Alijah as the room broke into chuckles. Lawrence wasn’t usually one for cake and was not a big fan of frosting. However, he always made an exception for red velvet cake.
Going over, he got in line behind the few people who had beaten him to the table where one of the catering staff was cutting slices and placing them on the table.
Once he had his cake, he returned to the table he’d taken residence at, which wasn’t too far from Alijah and Kieran’s. The couple sat alone at a table for the ceremony while the bridal party and he occupied a table nearby.
Lawrence ate his cake, ignoring the icing. He looked to where he’d last seen Chayse, trying to see if she was still shadowing the photographer. However, she was no longer there.
About fifteen minutes passed, and he’d said goodbye to Erin’s grandmother and father. His mother had left after the ceremony. She was catching a late flight since she had to work the following morning.
Fifteen minutes, and he could still feel those eyes. Lawrence wasn’t even sure how he was so positive about it. He just was. At this point, he was convinced that whoever this person was wanted something from him or was curious as to why he’d walked Alijah down the aisle when he wasn’t but a couple of years older than she was. Maybe they were curious about their relationship.
A man sat down at a table three away from Lawrence, and when their gazes locked, Lawrence knew this man had been staring at him all night. He took the other man in, his deep brown eyes set against rich walnut-hued skin. His waves looked deep enough to swim in, and his goatee and beard were trimmed and lined to perfection. It was easy to see he took care of both. Lawrencewasn’t usually a beard man, but damn if this man didn’t look good. If he wanted something from Lawrence, he would give it to him.
Erin sat in front of him, cutting off his view, and Lawrence glared at her as she smiled at him.
“Do you know him?”Erin questioned.
“No, but I wouldn’t mind getting to know him.”
“So, go talk to him.”
Lawrence raised an eyebrow at her. “There’s just one little problem; I don’t know if he bats for my team.”
Erin rolled her eyes. “You and I both know that you will have to shoot that shot or ask to find out. The stereotype of ‘gay men look a specific way’is ridiculous because you don’t even look as if you bat for your team.”
Lawrence knew that she had a point. He wouldn’t know unless he just went over there and asked, though that could be considered rude or forward. Maybe he would do some light banter flirting and see how that went.
“Besides, with how he was just looking at you, I don’t think you have to worry about him, not at least switch-hitting,”Erin added to her previous comment with a smirk.
“Yeah, yeah. So, where have you been the last ten minutes?”
“Oh, I got hot dancing and went out to the balcony for a few minutes.”
Lawrence talked to Erin for a few more minutes, his eyes often slipping past her. When it happened a fourth time, she laughed.
“If you don’t go over there and talk to that man, I will do it for you.”
Lawrence pushed his chair back before he realized his actions. “No, because you don’t have a filter.”Erin shrugged at him in response before shooing him with her hand.
As Lawrence walked over, he saw Kieran and Alijah approaching the table the other man was at. He slowed, wanting them to make it first. He could use it as an excuse to go over now and have his friend do the introductions.
When Lawrence arrived at the table, Alijah turned to him and smiled. “Hey, are you having fun?”she questioned.
“I am. Are you sure this is just a reception and not an afterparty?”he teased her.
“Definitely about to be an afterparty, and I’m going to grace the room with something they don’t see often.”
“Which is?” Lawrence inquired.
“Kieran dancing,”she responded with a smile.
Kieran snorted while the man at the table spoke, causing them to look at him. His voice was deep, slightly accented. “That’s a rare sight.”
