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“Did you hit your head somewhere?” I jibe while getting annoyed by the minute. That’s the thing about Justin. One second he can be imparting wisdom like a priest and the next, joking around like a goof.
“Besides, it would be the opposite,” I throw over my shoulder as we reach the lobby. “I get more pussy than you do.”
***
We arrive at Bianca’s apartment building just in time as the movers from my hotel. I had plans to move two days ago but both hers and my work clashed. She took half a day off and thank fuck, because I wasn’t waiting any longer. Had she not, I might have just kidnapped her from her office.
Justin steps beside me as we enter the lavish lobby and I’m pondering whether or not to tell him the real reason why I was so adamant in buying this place when he beats me to it.
“What’s so good about living here?” he muses. “I thought you weren’t interested in buying a house in the city.”
“This is more convenient.”
He eyes me suspiciously at my lackluster tone. “You haven’t been acting yourself since you met Bianca, Dash. It’s concerning.”
“You’re imagining things with all the free time you suddenly have on your hands.”
I have half a mind to shut the elevator door in his face since apparently, he’s in a really chatty mood today. Usually when he acts like this, something else is bothering him, so he creates diversions to avoid dealing with it until he’s ready.
He leans on the far side and smirks. “You haven’t fucked another woman in the last two weeks despite being at The Mirage on most nights. And let’s not forget, you’re an engaged man when you’ve basically been the preacher boy against marriage your whole life.”
“Why do you keep forgetting it's fake?” I growl, exasperated.
“Keep telling yourself that.”
Not bothering to answer, I stare at the number of floors going up while praying we don’t run into Bianca. Hopefully, she’s not back from her office yet so I don’t have to deal with a smug Justin and feed more gasoline to the fire.
The elevator finally stops in front of the private lobby, leading to the penthouse, and both of us stride inside. I notice a few big boxes lying on the side waiting to be unpacked when high-pitched voices followed by laughter from around the corner fills the apartment. My eyes close as all my hopes are quashed because I recognize one of the voices as Bianca’s.
Justin stalks in the direction of the noise while I trail after him and I hear his low intake of breath, before his feet come to a halt. My curiosity is piqued at his reaction and when my gaze lands at the view, I’m as stunned as him while my cock twitches as Bianca’s perky ass stares back at me from the floor.
God! Is she trying to kill me?
Possessiveness flares like an old friend that Justin is also enjoying the same view. Her tiny denim shorts ride up her ass cheeks and I want to spank it before covering it up from another man’s gaze.
The girls—Bianca, Rosalie, and another one, whom I don’t recognize—remain oblivious to our rapt presence. Their tangled limbs are everywhere that it looks like they’re having an orgy, only they’re playing a game of Twister. Who fucking plays it in the middle of the day? Or at all?
“I know for a fact that you can spread your legs wider than that, Iris,” grumbles a frustrated Rosalie. “Stop cheating.”
“Fuck me!” curses Justin under his breath, looking in awe at the women. I can only imagine the dirty fantasies he’s picturing in his head. Bianca better not be in one of them.
The girls are so loud and arguing among themselves that they don’t hear me when I clear my throat. Bianca has her ass up high while bent over Rosalie, their lips almost touching, and I want to yank her to my side because I don’t like anybody touching or getting close to her besides me. Apparently, all humans fall into that category.
“Can I join, ladies?” Justin asks loudly, ignoring me.
They all go down in a heap at his flirty voice before two pairs of wide eyes and a set of glaring ones meet ours. Bianca is still leaning over Rosa with her head turned to face us and when our gazes lock, color darkens her cheeks before shifting to Justin.
I glare at him when I catch him staring at what’s mine. “Take your eyes off her ass.”
“Fake? Yeah right,” he mumbles low, so only I can hear his taunt.
“When did you guys arrive?” I hear Bianca question.
“Ever heard of knocking, trespassers?” Rosalie demands at the same time.
“Ro!” I hear the third one hiss to her hellfire friend.
“This is my apartment, Rosalie,” I reply in a bored voice.
