into her arms.
“Aww…Daddy. Thank you. I love him!” She kissed Dad’s cheek and hugged Charlotte. They talked for a minute then she handed the pet off to Dad since he was going home.
As usual, Evangeline refused to attend if he was there, and parties weren’t Dad’s style anyway, but before he left, he whispered in my ear, “Take care of your sister, Pepper.”
I nodded and hugged him, “I will. I love you. See you at home soon.”
“Happy birthday, Mills!” Charlotte said as the couple walked off arm in arm then Mills texted Mom to let her know they were gone. I felt bad for Mills. I don’t think she understood what our so-called Mother was really like, but that was probably for the best. For Mills, anyway.
Before I walked back in, I saw a familiar car pull into the drive. It was Church in his brand new black Porsche. He had the top down and looking as hot as ever in his white button-down. He smiled at me and honked at Mills, “Happy birthday!” She waved back then walked inside to dance and party with her friends before the chopper arrived. That was due in a few minutes and I was on my way to make sure everything was in order when Aven slid her arm into mine.
“Oh my God, I’m so jealous of you. Jonathan Church is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
“He’s also a complete ass, Aven. You’re welcome to him if you want him.”
“Ew! And date your seconds? I think not. Remember the girl code? We don’t do that—ever!”
Church walked up as confident as ever with his hands in his pockets. He looked so fucking hot in his black jeans, his black leather belt and black shoes. “Talking about me?” he asked playfully.
“Yes, actually. You’re late. She’s already gotten her gift,” I frowned—not that I really cared. I just hated that he had to be the center of attention all the time, even on Mills’ special day.
“Yes but we forgive you, Church. Don’t we, Pep?” she smiled up at him. He hugged her and gazed down at her like a god who enjoyed looking into the face of his most ardent worshiper.
“Where’s the alcohol?” He started toward the bar, “By the way, Aven. You look incredible in that dress. Did you have it made just for the occasion?” He flirted shamelessly and she played along. I wondered how strictly she’d follow her girl code if given a chance to break it. I smiled at them. I loved Church, but as a friend. Nothing more. He was too much of a player. But I loved his cock. So perfectly thick and juicy, and I loved the way it stretched me open and filled me up. On second thought, maybe I didn’t want Aven near Church. He was my fuck after all. Just then, I saw Gabe’s car pulling in and I ran over to meet him.
“Hey boss! Glad you could make it!” Gabe always managed to look hot, no matter what he wore—shorts, jeans, swimming trunks, it didn’t matter. Tonight he wore a summer blue button-down with khaki pants and leather loafers and despite his somewhat casual appearance, his real gold watch and expensive cologne showed his true wealth. Overall, Gabe’s hot-bodied appearance at the party added a new, unexpected thrill to the event—for me at least.
“Hey, dolphin girl! Glad I could make it. I didn’t think I’d be able to at first. Had some issues at work, but it’s taken care of now, I think.”
“What’s up? Is Singh okay?”
He laughed. “Yes, he’s fine, it wasn’t about Singh. Just some other stuff.”
“Anything I can help you with?”
“No, and we’re not at work now, so let’s go inside, let me see this place.” He offered me his arm and I smiled up at him. I couldn’t believe I was on a faux date with Gabriel Gregory. He was such a hottie!
We walked under the flaming arch and into the ballroom, which was covered in shimmery, silver fabric—Mills’ favorite color. It was a weird combination of open flames and silver decorations but somehow, Aven and I had made it all work together. I think it was the mountain of bling
Gillian Doyle, Susan Leslie Liepitz