Page 47 of Captivated By Danger

“Bitch! Didn’t he ask you what two things you wanted? Are you out of your mind? Ask for like a million dollars and a house or something. Why are you acting like you only have pollen circulating around in your head? And he’s paying for you to go to Columbia. Bitch, tell him to pay for the rest of your schooling and you get a high-rise there. Two bedrooms, so I can visit. You are not thinking and I’m about to give you a taste of your own medicine and dash your ass with this mothafuckin’ mimosa.”

I had to cover my mouth to contain my laughter. Elle was so funny, and even funnier when she got tipsy. Hopefully, our food wouldn’t be too long because we desperately needed to get something on our stomachs.

She took a big gulp of water. “All I’m saying is, Grey, you literally talked about that date for twenty minutes straight. You were blushing when you talked about him. Nearly nutted on yourself when you talked about him spanking you. You want to do this. I can hear it in your voice. I can see it in your face. Who knows…”

The waitress walked up to our table with our food. “Here we go. Sorry about the wait.”

I’d chosen the eggs benedict meal. Diesel said we’d have a chef; I wonder what kind of foods they’d make since I was supposed to work out or whatever.

“I’ll bring back your refills of mimosa. Would you like to try another kind?”

“Ooh, yes. Bring me a Peach Bellini,” Elle said.

“This mimosa is perfect.”

She smiled and walked away from the table.

“Now, what were you saying?” I asked as I dove into my food.

“You’re really gonna sit there and eat all side-assed like that?”

“It really stings when I put pressure on it,” I complained, slowly easing all the way down, making me hiss out in pain.

“Might need to get one of those butt lift pillows and carry it around.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I am trying to help and you rolling your eyes at… uh-oh.”

“What?”

“Big Daddy just walked in the door with his fam—oh my God. There are two of him!” she whisper-shouted.

I nodded my head. “I found out when I stalked his Instagram last night. He literally told me hardly anything about his personal life, only his sex life.”

“Wait, is that one… nevermind, he got a girl and a kid.”

I didn’t have to ask where they were sitting because they were seated near the window on the inside of the restaurant. They were ten feet away from us. My face started to warm, hoping that he wouldn’t notice me. That would be hard because him, his twin, Dymon, and Mr. Everly sat facing the door, which would put me directly in his sight. I could tell the difference right away because Diesel had his chains on.

“Oh God. I think he’s looking. I think he’s looking,” I gushed, trying to pretend I wasn’t eying him out the corner of my eye.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Grey. I’ll wave for you.”

“Please don’t.”

She didn’t have to wave because there were knocks on the window, prompting me to look anyway.

When I looked through the glass, Quinci and her parents were waving at me, so I smiled and waved back. In between Diesel’s twin and Dymon, was Donovan waving so hard. I knew I’d recognized his little face from Diesel’s Instagram. I’d been in his class a few times. He was the sweetest little boy and was very hilarious. I ignored Diesel’s slight wink and focused back on my plate.

“Just look at you. Smitten. Cheeks turning red.”

“It’s hot out here.”

“Girl, please.”

My phone vibrated against the table. When I sighed, it was a dead giveaway who’d texted me.

“Daddy checking in.”

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