Page 12 of Mr. Mistletoe
Arden laughs. “I could, but I need him to not change his mind about being Mr. Mistletoe. I mean, just dig your heel in his boot. He’ll behave.”
“Ardy, that dirty motherfucker would love it, pain is like foreplay for him. So, no,” I say as I slip into one of the stalls while Arden looks her outfit over.
She laughs. “I forgot about his Rugby days. But don’t worry, I got you. I’ll glare at him and he’ll stop.”
After we’re done we head back to the table to find Mack and Deacon engaged in a conversation with James. I take my seat but Deacon doesn’t pay attention to me anymore, and Arden gets his attention glaring at him with her warning. He flips her the finger but smirks.
“I love you, hoe,” I say to her.
“Love you too. Even though your ass needs to visit more,” she replies.
“Promise I will. You’re so aggressive. It’s hot,” I tease her.
Arden rolls her eyes and smiles. “Watch your mouth before you get spanked.”
I smirk. “Yes, daddy.”
We laugh hard and James looks at me like he’s seeing a new person. I forget how much I don’t behave this way around him. He looks between Arden and me and I know what he’s thinking. “Don’t worry, they’re both straight.” Mack reassures him, “Straighter than a fuckin’ pencil, trust me, I know.”
Both of us roll our eyes as we ignore them and talk about other things. Things like the wedding preparations but Deacon still thinks it’s not about him. If he paid attention to the small details, he’d know that everything is what he likes—especially the winter wonderland type of vibe.
Deacon
“So how long are youguys in town for again?” Mack asks James and Kimberly. I know he’s doing it so that I could hear because he knows how long.
Kimberly hasn’t stopped glancing my way throughout the whole dinner. I couldn’t tell you what she wants from me right this second beside a chance for me to bend her over this table and fuck her mercilessly. Arden clears her throat and Kimberly looks at Mack, “Sorry, what did you say?”
“I said…” before Mack could finish his sentence, the voice that I heard calling my name soured the mood drastically.
“Deac! I thought that was you. How are you?” Annabelle asks as if she didn’t just see me.
I turn to face her and she looks good, I can admit that. Her blonde hair is up in a messy bun, she’s wearing jeans, and a blouse tucked into them. Her heels make her stand taller, giving her a boost of confidence. “Annabelle,” I say to her.
Her blue eyes look from me to Kimberly. Her facial expression morphs into unfiltered dislike. I cock my brow, wondering why I’ve never seen that before. Why she’s never shown me that side of her so blatantly. “Oh! If it isn’t the infamous Kimberly St. Andrews, you’re back in town?”
Kimberly pretends like she doesn’t hear her as she goes back to eating her dessert and talking to Arden. I can tell that a storm is brewing and hurricane Kimberly is going to take Annabelle apart before she even realizes it. “So, she doesn’t hear me talking to her?” Annabelle asks.
I smirk. “Nope.”
Annabelle rolls her eyes. “Whatever, I’m here to talk to you anyway. So, Stacey is having a little get together, you think you can make it?” she asks.
Before I can open my mouth to even say a word, Kimberly answers. “No, he’s busy.”
Annabelle scoffs. “What? You don’t even know what day it is. Why are you answering for him?”
Again I open my mouth to speak and Kimberly beats me to it. “I said he can’t make it. He’s busy for the rest of the year, Annabelle DuPont.”
Annabelle cocks her brow and glares at me as if I should do something. I bite my bottom lip as I look at Kimberly She’s fucking sexy when she’s jealous. “Damn, I can’t make it. My apologies.”
“Just like Kimberly St. Andrews to come in between something that doesn’t concern her.”
“Everything about him concerns me,” Kimberly replies. Did this girl forget she has a fiancée? Now, everything with me concerns her? I shake my head and just stare at her. Annabelle leaves in a huff and I cross my arms watching Kimberly.
“Everything about me concerns you, huh?” I ask.
She glares at me. “Yup.”
I scoff. “Right. That’s why you showed up with a fuckin’ fiancée, right? You don’t answer for me anymore. You lost that chance when you kept shit from me. You want to answer for me…” I pause for the dramatics, “then earn me,” I say getting up.
