“Excuse me?” he asks, and I roll my eyes.
“Hey, Nina, calm down,” Alex says.
“Look, sir, Niall and I planned this party so that Alex could enjoy his birthday night. Not for some narcissistic idiot to try to say pure shit.”
I bark, and he looks at me dumbfounded.
“So, you can enjoy the party of who I suppose, or well, supposed to be your friend, or you can go straight to hell because there is a door at the back,” I say, and smile sarcastically.
“Oh, and it opens with your hands. Don’t be confused, they are the ones above,” I say, showing them to him. The waiter hands me my drink, I thank him, and drink from it.
Elijah keeps looking at me seriously.
“By the way, this drink tastes like pure shit,” I say, placing it in his hands.
I turn to Alex and kiss him, and he just followed my kiss.
“Calm down, darling,” he whispers between the kiss, and I pull away from him.
I wrinkle my nose and snort.
“He’s a bastard,” I mumble, and Alex nods and kisses my forehead.
“He’s a great friend,” he shrugs, and I nod slightly.
“I think I exaggerated a little,” I laugh nervously, embarrassed, and scratch the back of my neck. Alex smiles sideways and caresses my cheek.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that I want today to be a very special night for you,” I murmur in a little girl’s voice and look at Alex.
“It’s special now, you’re here,” he shrugs.
I feel my cheeks blush.
I take Alex’s hands and caress them. I look at the watch on his left wrist for a few seconds.
11:53 PM.
“I’m coming,” I announce, walking to the kitchen, where I find Niall and Emily… right there, *fucking.*
I freeze, staring at them in shock. They don’t even notice I’m there.
“Sorry to interrupt, guys, but if Niall cums in Alex’s cake, I swear I’ll castrate you both,” I say loud enough for them to hear.
The music and their moans drown out my voice at first, but they both look at me abruptly and pull away.
I shake my head, rubbing my neck awkwardly as they adjust their underwear.
“I… uh… I’m sorry you saw that,” Niall laughs, clearly drunk.
Emily looks mortified, avoiding eye contact. I shrug, trying to offer her some comfort.
Niall crosses his arms and gives me a smirk. “Your friend is hot as hell,” he slurs, nodding.
I frown, trying not to laugh at his drunken state.
“Well, great, *Don Niall.* It’s three minutes to midnight, so grab the candles and the lighter. I’ll take the cake,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“The cake is *confidential,*” Niall stammers, shaking his head. “No one can see it until it’s time to blow out the candles. So *I* have to bring it.”
“You’re drunk.”
“But no, *idiot*!” he insists, glaring at me.
“Fine, *you* take the cake, and *I’ll* handle the candles and the lighter,” I say, exasperated.
Niall nods, and we each grab our respective items. At exactly 12:00 AM, we head out, singing “Happy Birthday” to Alex, who looks both surprised and confused.
The crowd joins in as Niall places the cake box on the table. I take Alex’s hand and lead him to the front.
“I had this cake made especially for my brother!” Niall exclaims proudly. “Because I know how much, and I mean how *much,* you like it. I love you, Alex. You’re like the brother I never had.”
Alex laughs, and Niall opens the box. My eyes widen, and Alex bursts into laughter.
“*Vaginas!*” Niall exclaims excitedly.
“A vagina cake? Seriously?” I laugh, and the room erupts with laughter as Niall places the cake on the table.
Shrugging, I arrange the candles into a “26,” light them, and smile. “Make a wish,” I whisper, brushing Alex’s arm.
Alex glances at me, smiling softly, then looks around before blowing out the candles. The crowd cheers.
“I think Alex should take a good bite out of that pussy,” Louis jokes. Everyone cheers louder, and Alex shrugs, leaning toward the cake.
Before he gets close, Louis, Niall, Landon, Elijah, Mason, and jack slam their faces into the cake.
We all stand there, stunned, waiting for Alex’s reaction. He lifts his face after a few seconds, pink frosting covering his features.
An awkward silence falls. Alex glares at his friends with a murderous expression before turning to me.
I try to stay serious, but a laugh slips out. Soon Alex grins, raising his eyebrows at me, and bursts into laughter. The whole room follows.
“You look great,” I laugh, not noticing when he grabs a chunk of cake and smears it on my face.
I squeal, laughing, as Alex wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close. He kisses me, his hands sliding down to my ass.
Applause erupts, and I blush as I realize everyone’s watching us.
“You look fucking delicious,” Alex teases, biting his bottom lip.
“Thanks to you,” I reply, tapping his chest with my finger.
The music resumes, and people begin filtering out.
“Byeee!” Niall shouts, waving as Mason drags him out. “Tell your friend to call me!” he yells. I glance at Emily, who sighs and smiles.
“Good luck,” I whisper to her. She nods quietly, and Alex shuts the door.
“Finally alone,” he purrs, grabbing my ass.
I squeal, breaking free and running upstairs. But Alex catches me at the last step, turning me around and kissing me deeply.
“Do you want to see your presents?” I ask between kisses.
Alex pulls back slightly and nods. “Only if one of them is *you,* naked on the bed.”
I roll my eyes, smirking. “Okay, I was joking. Come see your gifts.”
I lead him to the room and sit him on the bed. “Wait here,” I say, grabbing the presents. I return with three boxes and gesture for him to open the biggest one first.
Alex raises his eyebrows and opens it. His expression softens when he sees the framed paintings.
“Who made these?” he asks, studying them.
I smile, saying nothing.
“Don’t tell me you painted these… Since when do you paint?”
“I do it in my free time,” I admit, shrugging.
Alex stares at the paintings for a long moment. “I love them,” he murmurs, smiling.
“Open the others,” I urge softly.
He carefully sets the paintings aside and opens the second box, revealing a sleek gray suit with subtle dark stripes.
“It’s not Gucci, but I thought you might like it,” I joke.
Alex laughs, holding it up. “You didn’t have to try so hard,” he says warmly.
“Niall helped me pick it out,” I add.
He raises his eyebrows at the tag, realizing it’s from a luxury brand. “Nina…”
I grin. “I told you it’s *not* Gucci,” I tease.
Alex sighs, shaking his head. “You’re amazing.”
When he opens the final box, he finds a small envelope inside.
“These are my car keys…” he mutters, confused.
“Go to the garage. You might find something there,” I say casually, smiling.
With a frown, Alex heads to the garage. He opens the car door and finds another envelope on the driver’s seat. Inside, it reads:
“Your gift is waiting for you in your room.”
Alex slams the door shut and rushes back upstairs.
As I reach the door, I notice a dim light coming from the small hole in the door.
I slowly open the door, my jaw tightening at the sight.
There she was, kneeling on the floor with hands cuffed behind her back. She’s wore red lace lingerie, a blindfold covering her eyes, surrounded by candles and rose petals. A fourth box sat in front of her.
I picks up the box and open, revealing an assortment of lubricants, sex toys, chocolate syrup, a gag, and the handcuff key. Beneath it all, I find a note:
“Today, I’m more yours than ever. You can do whatever you want with my body. And yes, that includes my ass. I know you love me, but today Fuck me like you don’t love me. Happy birthday, Daddy.”