He shrugs. “Work was work.”
He yawns as he goes to the fridge in search of a drink.
“Do we have to go tonight?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Mmm.” He grumbles as he flicks the jug on and holds up a teabag.
I nod and smile. We don’t even have to talk when tea is involved.
“I suppose I had better work out what to wear,” I mutter to myself.
“Naked works for me.”
I smirk. “You always want me naked.”
He turns and cups my behind, pulling me to him aggressively as his tongue swipes slowly through my lips. “And you always comply,” he whispers.
I giggle into my Margarita glass like a fool. Bridget and I are well on our way to drunk heaven at Carson’s party, and we are finding everything and everyone hilarious. We’re standing to the left of the pool, near the cocktail bar, and Adrian and Joshua are just behind us, talking. The music is loud and pumping inside where the people are dancing.
I feel two hands slip around my hips. “Keep dancing like that and you are going to cop it,” he whispers in my ear.
I wiggle my hips in an exaggerated move.
“Bring it.” I smirk into the side of his face.
Ben and Bridget are on amicable terms, and by amicable, I mean not talking. He doesn’t come out with us anymore, which tells me that he still has feelings for her. She pretends that she doesn’t care but I know she does. He has gone to South Africa for a holiday. Adrian’s phone beeps a text in my hand and Bridget and I scream way too loudly. He smirks and takes it from us. At parties, in recent times, someone has been sending Adrian mysterious texts. The person doesn’t tell him who it is, just how beautiful he looks and how badly they want to fuck him. This is a mystery that is getting solved tonight. I have been holding his phone for an hour as we wait.
He reads it out:
Adrian you look as beautiful as ever.
I narrow my eyes as I think of a reply. “Write this. As do you, I am watching you.”
Bridget and I clink glasses.
“Excellent.” Bridget nods. “Then he will think we know who it is.”
Adrian and Joshua frown at each other. “That’s a shit reply.” Joshua shakes his head in disgust.
Bridget points at Adrian. “I know. Just write, I’m here, come and get it.”
Adrian hands over the phone to us. “You two reply for me. I’m not in the mood for this stupid game of Cluedo.”
I take the phone from him, and Bridget and I try to think of a witty comeback.
“It’s a woman,” says Joshua. “Any money it’s a woman. A guy couldn’t be fucked with this shit.”
Adrian frowns. “Disappointing if it is.”
Bridget puts her hand on her hip in disgust. “You should be so lucky to have sex with our species.”
Adrian wraps his big arms around Bridget and squeezes her tight. “If you say so, Didge.”
She smiles at his over the top affection. Didge and Adrian have become inseparable. They live together, they party together and they are getting over broken hearts together. Adrian went on a date just this week.
Hand the phone back to Adrian.
Another text comes through and we squeal in delight and look around. It is someone here. My eyes scan the crowd but I can’t see anyone suspicious. It beeps again. I hand the phone back over to Adrian.
God, Adrian. I just want to fuck you so hard.
Adrian’s eyes bulge and he laughs as he reads it out.
“It’s a guy.” I point my glass at him. “Girls don’t say they are going to fuck you so hard.”
Bridget nods. “Good point.”
Joshua winces as he obviously gets a visual of Adrian copping it.
Adrian smiles mischievously and texts as he reads it out.
You must have me mistaken for someone else. I’m a virgin and am waiting for marriage.
Joshua rolls his eyes. “Witty,” he replies flatly. We all laugh at his stupid comeback.
Serial party pest, the girl with the dark hair and big boobs, comes walking over.
“God, I fucking hate this bitch,” Bridget mutters under her breath.
I drop my head to hide my smirk.
“Where is Ben?” she asks.
Bridget’s back straightens in disgust. “He’s at home with his wife,” she replies coldly. I smirk. Didge is dying to piss her off. Lets see if she takes the bait.
The girl turns up her nose. “Idiot,” she murmurs.
Bridget’s temper starts to fray. “She is the one with a ring on his finger. I think that makes you the idiot.”
I smile into my drink. Oh no, Didge has that bitchy tone in her voice. Cat fight impending.
The stupid girl shrugs. “Its not his ring finger I’m interested in.”