“They’re bringing the bike too, so after the game we can ride back into the city,” he tells me. “How’s that sound?”
As much guff as I give him, it does sound pretty good, you know?
I try to hide it, but eventually the smile pops through.
Whatever. I kiss him back.
“My outlaw,” I say to him, pulling him close and pressing my body against his.
He grabs my ass and bites my lip.
I’m thinking we take some time and rock the limo if things keep progressing this direction.
Show New Jersey some real dangerous….
;)
100
Alexis
Lisa is pretty happy with Diesel. But it has nothing going on Brittney and Kaden. Check these couples out.
Brittney Vs. Billionaire
*What’s left to buy if a man own’s everything in the world? Well, me, actually... *
I knew from the first moment that I saw Kaden Charles that I was going to be his if he wanted me.
But does he really want me? Is he willing to pay the price for this jelly?
I mean, I need passion. Excitement. Lust.
I want the guy to throw me against the wall and f*ck me till I black out.
Kaden’s eyes tell me he’s going to do all that. But he’s playing it too cool.
I know this game. It’s one that I play really well.
So it’s me versus him, circling each other, trying to say “meh” more convincingly than the other.
Who’s gonna win when a blonde goes up against a billionaire?
Is there really even any doubt?
_*** It's the cute single girl versus the Big Bad Banker in this installment from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, sassy, and fun. No cheating or cliffhangers. Happy Ending? Always, babe ***_
101
Brittney
I stumble out into the cold night air, giggling. Wow, I feel good. The world pitches slightly to the left and it takes me a minute to swing my gaze around, back to my besties, Erica, Lisa, and Ashley. They whoosh in and out of focus and I grin drunkenly at them. “Wow. It’s cold out here,” I slur. But the temperature doesn’t affect me; my blood is running hot from the alcohol running through it. I’ve probably got more alcohol than blood in my veins at this point.
Lisa jabs at her phone. “There’s no Uber anywhere around,” she says, her forehead knotting with worry. She drank less than I did, and thus seems to care more than I do. I figure hell, one will show up at some point. We should just start walking…somewhere. Like home?
Do I want to go home? Suddenly, that decision seems, like, super complicated. I could just crash on Lisa’s couch. Or Ashley’s. Or Erica’s.
So...