Right now, no one else in this room exists. It’s just me and my men finally taking that step that we’ve all been dying to take. We’ve skated the line of our friendship that borders something more intimate for years. This is our opportunity to make all of those unspoken dreams and fantasies come true.
“No one gets to own you but us, Little Demon,” Lance murmurs against my lips. “You belong to us. Every fucking inch of your sweet little unfucked body is ours, Sadie Graves.” He whispers the words against my lips. I don’t know the words to tell him how much I need them, so I just wrap my arms around him in a hug.
“Sit with Todd and Stacy. Don’t hit Angela, please,” Lance says.
“Where are you going?” I ask as we move toward the table.
“To pay for you, of course,” he winks. “And I’m booking a room.”
“For?” I ask.
“You ask a lot of questions, Little Demon,” Mason says as he kisses the top of my shoulder. “Sit.”
I do as he says, and all three of them disappear. “Well then,” Jake laughs.
“You look… I don’t even know how to describe it,” Billy says.
“Our little Sadie is realizing what her much larger best friends are about to do to her,” Ben grins.
“I will hurt you, Ben,” I warn.
“Oh, leave her alone,” Stacy says. “Just like… Do some stretches first.”
“God almighty, guys,” I laugh. “Let’s just give me a panic attack. That’ll be nice and attractive.”
“You look incredible, by the way,” Todd says.
“Thank you. Did they get mad at you?”
“Not mad, they were just annoyed that I was forcing them into something, but they would spend forever being hesitant, thinking they were going to hurt you.”
“Well, the look on their…”
“You dumb whore,” Angela practically shouts. I cut my eyes over to her before looking back at Todd, ignoring her.
“The look on their face when they saw me was amazing,” I finish saying, as if this bitch didn’t just yell at me in front of a room full of people.
“You act like this innocent little church girl, but you are a conniving little slut,” she snaps. She has a drink in her hand, and I am picturing her throwing it on me. If this bitch throws wine in my face, I’m going to go to jail tonight.
“Angela, I would be happy to talk to you, but I am not going to talk to you when you are having a temper tantrum,” I say calmly. “Take a deep breath and talk to me like a big girl, or wait until we leave and you can yell your little lungs out for all I care.”
“You’ll regret this,” she says, seething.
“Regret what, Angela? Are we talking in code here, or can you be a bit more specific for me?”
“Lance. You fucking took him,” she shouts. I chuckle and scoot my chair back to stand up.
“Sadie,” Todd warns. He and Jake stand up with me, not trusting that I won’t break her neck.
“I took him?” I ask. “Baby, he was never yours. He was always mine, and that’s not changing anytime soon. You will always be known as that one whore he fucked, who got a bit too attached to him.”
“I will fucking ruin you, bitch,” she growls as she steps closer to me. I smile at her because this shit is hilarious. There is nothing she can do that we can’t fix.
“You know… It’s interesting that Alex bid on you,” I say. “You two would make the perfect little white trash couple.”
“You bi….” She raises her arm to throw the wine on me, but Stacy grabs her wrist. “Ow. That hurts.” Angela cries out when Stacy twists her arm behind her back, making her drop the wine.
“Get the fuck out,” Stacy says in a scarily calm tone of voice. “Come near her again, and I will personally break your fucking arms. Understand?”