As the door clicks shut behind him, I try to make sense of the conversation. I’m not quite sure why all of a sudden, he is demanding and fighting me. The change in personality has left me baffled and questioning our relationship. He always said that Charlie and Lex wouldn’t be an issue, yet he seems to be going against what he said, and it feels like they are the biggest hurdle in our relationship when realistically, it should’ve been Elijah and Chelsea.
Mary Jean makes a humming sound as she saunters into the kitchen. Grabbing a cup, she pours herself coffee and leisurely takes a seat at the table. Her company doesn’t allow for me to brood any longer and pouring myself a cup, I sit beside her and start chatting.
“Darl, I came here to ask a favor from you. I don’t like to ask these things, but something has come up, and I’m short of cash.”
I hate conversations about loaning money. They are always awkward and create unnecessary tension. “How much do you need?”
“Five,” she says. “If you’ve got it.”
“Hundred?”
“No, thousand. Look, if it—”
I raise my hand, interrupting her. “Mary Jean, it’s fine. I’ll transfer it tonight.”
“Darl, how did I get so lucky to have you as a daughter?”
***
When Nikki said the party was at a mansion, she failed to mention the mansion belongs to an A-list celebrity, and the house is insanely huge. It looks like it goes on for miles, every room exceeding the next. It’s newly built and surrounded by glass with a gorgeous view of the city skyline. People are crammed everywhere, making it quite difficult for us to stay together which is probably for the best.
Guests in their costumes keep Eric and I entertained, laughing to complete embarrassment for the man dressed as a tampon. Our group theme was superheroes and villains. I was first to claim Catwoman, the extra tight suit a struggle to get on, and it probably isn’t the smartest idea since peeing isn’t an option.
“Do I look gay in this costume?” Eric turns to ask me.
“Eric, you’re Robin, isn’t that a given?”
“I’m going commando,” he almost yells into my ear.
“Why? Honestly, don’t go busting a move, or you’ll get sweat patches on your ass like that Spiderman over there.” I point to the dance floor, and Eric looks mortified.
“Look at my hunny, doesn’t he look gorgeous?”
Tristan is standing with us dressed as Thor. His muscles are exposed, and with a mallet in hand, Eric looks like he is ready to combust on the spot.
“He does look yummy.” I grin, raising my glass as Eric follows, and we clink to cheers.
Julian is standing by my side, drinking gin. Dressed as the Dark Knight, my lady parts are drooling as his eyes are shadowed by the mask, and the idea of having him fuck me in that costume is the only thought running through my head. My body moves into his as my lips move close to his ear.
“Is there a clause in the rental agreement that does not allow for sexual activity in the suit?” I whisper.
With a tight grip, his hands slide to my backside and slip just underneath my ass. “I’m happy to lose my deposit.” The delectable sound of his words travels way down below. Holy Batman, how the fuck do I get this suit off.
I move my mouth to his and lock him into a kiss. All seems to be forgotten. The tension has finally passed, and knowing he is relaxing, is having the same effect on me. Eric clears his throat as Charlie and Lex are walking toward us. Dressed as Wonder Woman, Charlie looks sexy as hell. The costume fits her perfectly, showing off her naturally round breasts. I’m surprised Lex allows her to wear that—she’s an image of every man’s wet dream, including your man. Don’t go there. I wait and watch Julian’s face as he notices her attire, my stomach doing backflips as I see his eyes move down her body. He is quick to turn away, downing a glass of gin in one go.
It was bound to happen, I suppose.
And the jealousy rains in, marking its territory once again.
I wrap my arms around his waist forcing him to touch me. Underneath the painted face, Lex is dressed as the Joker, grimaces at my affection toward Julian, totally oblivious to his wife being gazed upon by her ex-fiancé.
“The birthday man is here,” Rocky roars, flexing his green arms as he gets into character. With his bulky frame, he looks so much like the Hulk, and Nikki beside him does her part as Poison Ivy. She looks amazing in her short green dress and long ginger-colored wig.
Rocky gets the photographer to come by and take snaps as we pose in comical positions. Eric starts to complain again that he should’ve dressed in something more comfortable like the tampon man.
“Dude, I guarantee you, that guy ain’t getting laid tonight,” Rocky reassures him.
Tampon man has attracted ladies, purely for selfies and comical relief. His attempts to get phone numbers look far-fetched. No lady wants a reminder of Aunt Flow.