Brooke's eyes are the size of saucers as she stares at the phone. "W-what the ever-loving fuck?" she stammers. "What am I watching right now?"
Jolie tips her head back and laughs even harder. She's hysterical.
Santiago taps on the screen, and he's soon in the darkness. We each lean in to try and focus, only to see he's fucking another girl on the trunk of a car. The sound of skin on skin can be heard all around us. I hate to say it, but it's actually pretty hot to watch.
My eyes meet my friends, and the three of us burst out laughing again.
"What kind of freak are you?" Brooke blurts out.
"The world's greatest lover," Santiago purrs.
"Where do you meet these women?" I ask him.
"In bars, over tequila." He raises his brow. He's completely serious. He thinks he's the world's greatest lover.
"I find you disgusting," Brooke says, indignant as she drains her glass. "Not to mention offensive."
"And totally fucking hot." Jolie laughs. "We did say we wanted to try something different, girls."
I laugh with her. "Not this different."
Nathan
"And through here is the master bedroom," the realtor says as she shows me through the apartment.
I look over the expansive views of San Francisco. It's a beautiful apartment-the nicest I've seen so far, and I've been looking for a long time. It's the best part of town, close to restaurants and shops.
"Very nice." I walk up to the large master suite, which is nearly the size of Eliza's entire apartment. There is a large ensuite bathroom off of it. It's not decorated in the colors I like but we can work with that later. There's also a huge walk-in closet. Enough room for both of our things.
This could work.
I look around intently, this is very nice indeed.
I walk back out into the living area, and down the hall.
"There are five bedrooms in total. A loft as the master, two living areas, and a huge galley kitchen with another bathroom on this level," the realtor continues in her sales pitch.
"And garages?"
"Double garage with twenty-four hour concierge."
"And security?"
"Full surveillance."
I turn to the realtor with a smile. "I'd like to make an offer."
* * *
The bar is bustling, and I'm with Drew and Glen, my two best friends. We're currently waiting for the girls.
"Where the fuck are they?" Drew looks at his watch. "They were supposed to be here an hour ago. I want to eat."
We're not sure if the girls have eaten or not, so we're waiting for them. I take out my phone and text Eliza.
Where are you?
I put my phone down onto the table and wait for her reply.
I look around the room, and over in the corner, I see a familiar face.
I smirk at Glen. "Your best buddy is here."
They look around. "Who?"
"Over by the corner." I tip my beer in the general direction, and Glen catches sight of the guy I'm talking about, and he rolls his eyes.
"Seriously, such a fucking jerk Don't let him see us."
I chuckle as I take a swig of my beer. Samuel Phillips is Glen's archenemy. He's an anaesthetist like Glen, and they often see each other at the hospitals they work at. Samuel's good-looking and confident, and he loves to tell you how great he is at every chance he gets. He drives Glen absolutely mad.
"I'm going to knock that prick out one of these fucking days," Glen murmurs as he takes a sip.
"Why does he get under your skin so much again?" I ask.
"I don't know, he just does. He's flirty, and he has the nurses all giggling like school girls. You're at work, fucktard, put your dick away and just do your damn job."
Drew smirks. "So, you're jealous?"
Glen scoffs. "Of him? As if."
Drew and I chuckle. I pick up my phone and check if Eliza's replied. "Where the hell are they?" I rub my stomach. "I am about to pass out from hunger."
I'm feeling more myself now that I'm with the boys. I've been rattled all day by my little bikini erection this morning.
I was just horny. A good jerk off fixed the situation, and now I can, thankfully, return to normality.
I smile to myself, and I thought it was Eliza…
Stupid fuck.
I shake my head. What was I thinking? Of course, it wasn't her. I've seen Eliza in next to nothing most days for the last ten years. It wasn't her body… it was mine.
It was just a hormonal malfunction. Nothing more, nothing less.
My thoughts get interrupted by Glen's voice. "About time. Where the hell have you girls been?"
"Watching movies," Brooke says as she tries to keep a straight face.
"More like documentaries," Jolie adds. "Really fucking interesting ones."
Eliza laughs. I look up and catch sight of her and my heart skips a beat. She's wearing a tight black dress. It's off the shoulders and sits just above the knee. Her long, dark hair is down, and her makeup is smokey. She smiles and comes around to kiss me on the cheek, placing her hand on my thigh.
"Hi, Nathe."
She's tipsy; I can tell by her husky voice.
"Hi." I look her up and down. "You look gorgeous."
I feel a twinge in my cock. No!
Not again.
She smiles seductively. "Thanks."
"Are we having dinner?" I ask them.
"No, we ate already. We had canapés and tequila."
"Oh, thanks very much. Thanks for telling us!" Drew snaps. "Here we are waiting for you lot while wasting away."
Eliza giggles as Brooke pretends to play the violin.
"Let's get some cocktails," Eliza says, looking over to the bar.
"Great idea."
The girls take off as I grab a menu. "I'm not waiting for those bitches next time, I'm eating when I'm hungry. Screw this, I'm getting everything."
Three hours later, the boys and I are talking to a group of women when I glance across the room. Eliza is having the time of her life, dancing and flirting up a storm. She has hardly spoken two words to me all night.
And it shouldn't bother me… but it does.
I inhale and shake my head, reminding myself of who I am.
Stop it. Who cares who she talks to? Not me, that's for sure.
"So, are you attached?" the blonde asks as she rubs her hand over my bicep.
"Yes. Very," I answer flatly.
"I don't mind," she purrs. "Makes it more fun. I'm very discreet."
I roll my eyes. Good grief.
Glen smirks, clearly amused by her answer.
My eyes find Eliza as Samuel Phillips approaches her. He says something, and she laughs out loud and kisses his cheek in greeting.
I narrow my eyes as I watch the two of them. He's animated as he talks and she's giggling like a schoolgirl.
Oh, please, give me a break.
His eyes roam down her body and the back up to her face. My jaw clenches as I watch him.
Don't look at her like that, dickhead.
Anger begins to roll through me as I feel myself becoming territorial of her.
I snap my eyes away angrily, but before long, they rise to watch over her again.
Samuel's eyes are drinking her in, his attention roaming all over her body.
I know exactly what he's thinking.
I want to march over there and teach him some manners. I need a distraction.
"I'm getting another round of drinks," I say to the guys.
I stand in line at the bar and try to get a handle on myself, stretching my neck to try and release some of the tension.
What do I care, anyway?