“Stay the fuck away from her, I’ll handle my own personal fucking life. Not you and especially not him,” I say, pointing to the door where my father left. Slamming the door after me, I walk the fuck out of there.
IT’S GAME NIGHT. I come to game nights to support Cane. He plays with Stiles who’s currently looking in the stands for someone. I follow his line of sight, and that’s when I spot her, sitting in a bright yellow shirt with her hair bunched up on the top of her head with her friend sitting right next to her. Robert. Saskia offers Stiles a small wave then looks around, stopping when she spots me staring at her. I’m not too far from her, she’s sitting in the stands, and I’m across from her with a few people between us. Standing, I walk over to her, and her eyes go wide when she sees me approaching. Her friend leans over to whisper in her ear. She doesn’t say a word, just watches me until I’m standing right in front of her.
“This seat free?”
“Yes,” Robert answers for her.
Saskia just looks at me until her eyebrows pinch together and she starts getting angry. She turns away from Robert and looks at me when I sit down. Her hands start to move up and down, running along her bare legs. Robert puts his hand on top of hers to stop her moving and shaking her leg up and down. She turns to look at him then back to me.
“This is hardly staying away.”
I smirk, even her words have fire. “I’m here to watch Cane like I do every game. Why are you here, Barbie?”
Her leg starts agitating up and down again. Her hands continue to move up and down, rubbing her bare legs. “I was invited.” She side-eyes me then focuses back on the game.
“By who?”
Saskia nervously laughs. “Stiles invited me.” Now her attention comes to me in full.
“I was just telling Saskia here about the girl last year who auctioned off her virginity,” Robert says, changing the subject, knocking his knee against hers. He looks past her to me. “You hear about it?”
I nod my head. “Yeah. She got over one hundred thousand dollars, didn’t she?”
Robert’s eyes go wide. “Fuck,” he replies.
“Is that true? People pay for that?” Barbie asks me with a curious look in those beautiful mocha eyes.
“They do. It’s something you’ll never get back. Some men want that privilege. That tightness.”
She scrunches her nose up. “That sounds awful.”
I shrug my shoulders. “If you need the money and don’t value your virginity… what’s there to lose apart from something you didn’t want anyway?”
She drops her head to look at me as if she’s examining me.
“You still a virgin, Barbie?”
“What does it matter to you?”
Robert chuckles next to her.
“Inquiring minds want to know.”
“You don’t need to know.” Saskia turns back to the front, and she smiles, offering a small wave. Turning to the front, Stiles’ hand comes down from waving, and his eyes fall on me, then back to her, then back to me. He’s trying to work it out, but he’s tapped on the shoulder and spins around, letting me steal her attention once again.
“You and Stiles a thing?”
Saskia shrugs. “You and Livia a thing?” She stands up so I can see her ass then cups her hands together and yells, “Livia!” I follow the direction of her wave to see Livia now making her way up here toward us. “Now, you show me.” She sits back down, and smiles at Livia when she sits down next to me.
Fuck.
“You didn’t tell me you were going to be here?” Livia questions, placing her hand on my thigh. I pick it up, remove it, and place it back on her own as I answer her, “I don’t have to tell you my every move.”
“Sass, I can’t believe you’re here. You must really like Stiles?” She’s excited for Saskia and is leaning over me to speak to her. Her breasts are on display as she talks directly to her.
“I dragged her.” Robert smiles at me. He knows. Barbie must tell him everything.
“Still, I’ve tried to drag her here before but she’s never come,” Livia comments, taking pride in the way Stiles can get her to places.
“Stiles invited me,” is all Barbie replies as she turns to watch the game.
“That’s so cute. Look he’s coming this way,” Livia replies.
Turning, I watch as he runs up the stairs to where we are. She stands, tucking her hands into the back pocket of her jean shorts as she faces him.
“Wait for me to shower?” he asks. Saskia nods her head, a smile etched on her lips. He leans in and kisses her cheek. She drops her head, and a small smile appears on her face as she sits back down. When he walks off, he eyes me once before he runs off to shower.