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Ali legit spentan age getting ready. When she came out of her room, she looked a million fucking dollars. So good it took a lot in me to not drag her straight back in there. Peel that black dress (which is a lot more risqué than her usual dresses in the best fucking way possible) off of her sexy body and worship her like the goddess she truly is. Just listening to her heels click on the floor was making my dick hard. They aren’t half as high as she normally wears but God fucking damn, woman looks amazing still.
She’s called a car for us. It’s picked Finch and Cassy up first and then us. I’m never normally nervous about going out. But something has my throat tickling. It’s not even that the world is going to know I knocked up my manager. Because I did, but I fucking love the woman. It’s the thought of other men with their eyes on my girl. Her dark locks pulled up on her head but somehow looking natural as fuck. That slinky dress with the obvious bump poking out. Those classic black Louboutin fuck-me heels.
Damn I wish she would.
Fuck me in them, that is.
“You okay, dude?” Finch asks me in the limo. He’s dressed in his normal white shirt rolled up at the sleeves, forearms on display showing off his tattoo sleeves. Black hair semi-styled as he runs a hand through it crushing any type of gel or wax he’s used tonight. His other arm laced tightly around my sister’s shoulder. The epitome of a rock star prince and princess. Her heels are higher than I think I’ve ever seen. Her skirt shorter too but she rocks it and Finch looks like he’d tear a new one in anyone who even fucking breathes wrong in her direction, so I think we’re good.
“Yeah, I’m good.” I nod at him.
“Nervous?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“No, we’re good. Aren’t we, Ali?”
She turns her head and smiles at me. “Yeah, Baines. We’re good.”
“How do we play this then?” Cassy asks.
“We don’t,” Ali assures her.
“We are just going for a good time. The press are aware of our movements. I’m sure the limo company made them very clear of our route. It’s kind of why I wanted these guys. I know they can’t hide from the paps. They love the bonuses and the attention their firm gets.”
“Alison Cannock!” I mock shock. “That’s a bold move from you.” I laugh.
“Indeed, Mr Baines. Same way that’s a very bold shirt.” She smiles as she leans into me. I look down at my shirt. Black. Button up. No different than normal.
“It is?” I ask her confused. “Looks like the same shirt I’d always fucking pick.”
“Hmm, maybe…” she muses, “damn sexy though.” She bites her bottom lip as she looks at me.
“Aww, don’t these two just make you fucking sick.” Finch laughs as he leaves a kiss on my sister’s cheek. But I can’t take my eyes off of Ali. Hers are focused on me. Her tongue deep in her cheek. Dammit is it hot in here? I’m fucking turned on. I know that much. I wet my bottom lip with my tongue. Notice the way her pupils dilate. I’d say she’s rather fucking turned on too.
Someone clears their throat. Whether it’s Finch or Cassy I’m unsure because I can’t get my eyes off of Ali, my hard as nails, no shit talking manager, whose green eyes are sparkling in the light of this car because of the naughtiness of what we are about to do. Breaking all of the goddamn rules by giving our secret to the press before we’ve even given it to either of our management teams. Her immediate boss knows but only because they are more friends than anything. He promised not to breathe it to anyone at Grain yet and as far as we’re aware he hasn’t. Giles is a good guy really for all the shit he gives her.
The drive into town takes all of five minutes. But the whole point in this stunt is to be noticed by the world. I’d love to be a fly on the wall in Preston’s office when one of his assistants shows him the news he didn’t know had been dropped on Twitter before he’d even had the chance to dial my number.
I can hear the commotion outside of the car as it pulls up. Hear the people of London. Desperate for a glimpse of fame, of whoever it could be inside. The doors are opened, and the flashes are already starting. Cameras fucking everywhere. I swallow. Fuck it, here goes. Finch steps out first, musing his hair and shooting that fuck-you look he’s practiced so well over the years at the nearest camera.
The voices behind them go mad.
“Kyle! Kyle! Over here! Kyle!”
“Finch!”
“Looking good, Finch!”
“This way, Kyle. Look this way.”
“Flying solo tonight, Mr Finch?”
“Where’s your pretty girl, Kyle?”
“Is it true you and Max’s sister have eloped?”
“Tom West was seen boarding a plane to Las Vegas. Is that for your wedding, Kyle?”
He ignores them all. Well-practised, as he leans back into the car to take hold of Cassy’s hand and lead her out of the vehicle. If I thought the cameras were blinding for Finch then fucking hell, they love my little sister.
