Chapter 20 20: Yes, Daddy 🔥
Saint returned to the party to find Oliver's hand cupping Baby's chin as he fed him from his bottle of alcohol.
Baby finished the drink and shook his head, squeezing his face as he tapped Oliver's shoulder, whispering something into his ear.
Oliver laughed at something Baby said and placed his hand on Baby's waist, pulling him in to whisper back in his ear.
Saint scowled, his eyes trailing fire over every inch of Baby's waist that Oliver was slowly covering.
He moved, striding over to them in long, purposeful strides.
That right there was exactly what he was scared of. If anyone should capture Baby in his current compromising position with Oliver, they're not going to think of it as just two drunk eyes, especially not THC. They will flag it as homophobic and drop them quicker than anyone would drop a hot stone.
"Hey! Guys!" Stella suddenly staggered and got in between Baby and Oliver, placing her arms over their shoulders.
"Everyone take your seat!" She shouted to the people sitting around the booth.
Saint slowed his step. There was no need to cause a scene; Stella's interruption had created a new strategy for Saint. Instead of causing a scene, he had a better way to keep Baby away from Oliver's wandering hands.
"What's up, Stella!" Rode stumbled over, dragging Stella to the centre.
Saing saw an opening and took it swiftly, stepping between the drunk men like a brick wall.
Oliver was the first to notice Saint, his handsome face scowling as he stared up at Saint's brooding face.
He wanted to say something to him but decided against it when he saw that Saint looked like he would pull a gun on him if he so much as breathed his way.
On the other side, Baby turned to continue chatting with Oliver when he saw the intruder standing between them.
"No, Saint, no," He murmured, wrapping his hand on Saint's wrist and gently tugging him down to his level to whisper in his ear, "Look, I know I'm a bit drunk, but if you can just fuck out if my sight and let me have some real fun, that would be nice. Please," he whispered gently.
Saint straightened up, not replying to Baby's slurred words.
"Annoying," Baby mumbled and stepped to the side to stand in front of Saint, "Move," he ordered, blinking up at Saint.
Saint stared down at Baby's flushed cheeks and dropping eyes. The young man was wasted and yet so stubborn.
"We need to go home," Saint said, taking Baby's hand in his.
"No," Baby snatched his hand from Saint, glaring, "I'll ask someone else then," He muttered and stumbled over to Oliver.
"Stay," Saint grabbed Baby's hand before he could speak to Oliver.
He gently tugged Baby to his side as he moved, letting Baby resume his initial position between himself and Oliver.
"Just don't misbehave, tell me when you're ready to leave," Saint instructed, his jaws working tightly.
Baby narrowed his eyes at Saint, leaning his face closer to observe the tight muscles on Saint's face.
'So uptight,' He rolled his eyes
"Yes, Daddy," Baby murmured and plopped down on the sofa.
Saint stilled.
'Yes, Daddy?'
That sounded so wrong yet so right.
He gulped, his jaw clenching tightly.
An obedient Baby was something Saint suddenly realised might be more dangerous than a spiteful Baby because why the fuck was his heart beating louder than the speakers in there?!
"Truth or Dare, everyone!" Stella's excited voice rattled Saint out of his confused thoughts.
"Truth or Dare... or drink three bottles of our strongest if you refuse to any! Be warned, skipping a game and drinking is only a one-time pass." Rode shouted.
As the people cheered, Baby saw Stella pull Rode in for a brief kiss, staggering off to her seat like nothing happened.
He blinked slowly, darting his eyes away the moment Rode's eyes flew his way. He didn't mean to stare, he didn't want his friend to feel weird or anything, but knowing that Stella was a man threw a lot of thoughts into his head.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but he didn't see Rode flinch or pull away, he actually kissed back before looking toward Baby.
"Roll the darned bottle!" Cam suddenly blotted in and slammed an empty bottle on the table.
"I'll spin!" Stella leaned forward and spun the bottle.
The bottle spun around and very slowly came to a stop with its head pointing at Baby.
"BABY! BABY! BABY!" They all chanted, hyping Baby up for his upcoming truth or dare.
Saint sighed, "Of course, it had to be him." He muttered.
"Bring it on, Stella. Fucking dare me!" Baby roared.
"That's my best friend!" Cam whistled, clapping his hands.
Stella stepped forward and pointed to the sexy, purple-haired girl beside Rode, "Get over there, get on your knees and eat her out in thirty seconds!" She smirked as she ordered.
Saint's face paled as everyone erupted in cheering. He knew Baby was crazy and would do this crazy game without thinking twice, he could only hope that the girl refused.
However, the cheering got louder and Saint's eyes flew to the girl immediately.
"Shit," Saint cursed under his breath as he saw the purple-haired girl slowly spreading her legs, her short skirt riding up the rest of her thighs to expose her red daring panties.
"Eat her out! Eat her out! Eat her out!" They chanted, staring in anticipation for Baby's next move.
Baby smirked and took a step forward.
"Baby, no," Saint tried to hold Baby as he saw him move Baby was already standing in front of the purple-haired girl.
Saint muttered inaudibly and took a step forward, but he suddenly paused when he saw Baby taking a step back, and smirked at Stella.
"I'm sorry, princess, but I don't get on my knees for anybody," he said and grabbed two bottles off the table, chugging them down one after the other.
"Drink up! Drink up! Drink up!" They hooted and hyped as Baby grabbed his third bottle.