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Chapter Four
Ice
Say whatever the fuck you want about me, but never say the Iceman was born yesterday.
I asked Kennedy if she could get Mannix's bowtie for him, because he was a hot mess running around in his underwear, trying to help his father. We've all seen him naked, including most of the staff. He's fucked half of them. For some reason he felt uncomfortable with the idea of Kennedy's mother seeing him in his boxer shorts. Maybe if he didn't wear ones with action heroes on them, he wouldn't feel like he had anything to be embarrassed about.
Whatever though. Me, I preferred to go commando.
Anyway, so I asked her to get that tie, and she was happy to do it, although I was ninety-nine percent sure she'd rather sneak away somewhere with me. Yeah, me too, Beautiful, me too.
When she got back with the tie, her face was white. More so than usual. She looked rattled. Scared even.
I'd like to think she found some of Mannix's old underwear that he hadn't thrown away. Or a pair of used panties from an old girlfriend. Who knows what Mannix keeps in his drawers? For all I know, he had a collection of cocks from his enemies.
I got the impression it wasn't any of those things. Whatever she saw had her spooked.
After I gave Mannix his tie, I waited a few minutes and went to her room.
The door was open, but she wasn't in there. Rationally, I knew she was probably helping her mother.
Not wanting to disturb them and blessed, or cursed, with boundless curiosity, I stepped over to her walk-in wardrobe and took a peek in her top drawer.
I picked up a pair of black, lacy panties and took note of the size. A good boyfriend always knows his girlfriend's underwear size, so he can buy her all the pretty things and get them right. Right?
Stashed in a corner of the drawer, was a small bottle of perfume. I pulled it out and popped off the lid. I raised it to my nose and inhaled the soft, floral scent. It wasn't Kennedy's usual one, but it was nice enough. Perfume always smelled better on a person than it did in the bottle.
I decided she wouldn't miss it, so I put the lid back on before sliding the bottle into my pocket. I did the same with a pair of white, floral panties. Just in case I forgot her size.
That would be lame, wouldn't it?
I turned around and that was when I noticed a puddle of green in the corner. Her bridesmaid dress. From the look of it, she'd taken it off in a hurry and stuffed it down where she thought no one would see. And no one would have if I wasn't sniffing around her stuff.
I picked it up and smelled it. Definitely a different perfume from the one in the bottle in my pocket.
I shook out the dress and placed it up on a hanger. Kennedy wouldn't want it wrinkled. She must have been in a hurry or she would have thought of that. She wasn't the messy type by nature, as far as I could tell. Her room was always neat, with everything put away in its right place.
I organised her hangers so there was a precise finger space between each one. I used my little finger, because if she wanted to keep everything hanging as tidily as this, she'd have to use her own finger. My little finger might be bigger than any of hers, but it was close enough. I was nothing if not thoughtful.
Once it was done, I stepped back to take a look and nod. Much better.
I thought about taking everything out of her drawers and rearranging them, but figured I'd leave that until she got back. In case she preferred it a different way.
I strolled back over to the room where the other guys were getting changed and stepped inside.
I jerked my head to the side to indicate to Mannix and Ares that I wanted to talk to them. Mannix managed to be wearing suit pants, shoes and his white button down shirt.
Judging by the bulge in his pants pocket, he was leaving his bowtie until the last minute. Or he was happy to see me.
Sadly, since his cock wasn't as slanted as mine, it must be the tie.
Relatable. I hated the things too, even though we looked pretty fucking hot dressed up all fancy. Mannix in particular.
Although, let's be real here, he looks smoking hot in anything. Or nothing.
I once tried to figure out who was hotter between him, Kennedy and Ares. They all did it for me, although I suspected it would only ever be one way with Ares. His loss.
