Slater snorts at that. His cobalt blue eyes light with humor and play. "All you need is two people for a party. I'm even sure there's a song about it."
"And I'm sure that party led to other activities."
Slater smirks devishily. The very same smirk I've seen him use on countless of women before they agree to go to bed with him. "That's the point, darling. Care to explore those activities with me?"
Fucker.
I'd like to explore the idea of punching him in that perfect face. Maybe breaking his nose or throw an uppercut to that jaw of his. Roughen him up to ruin the perfect rocker boy image he has going on.
My hand fists on my lap underneath the table. I keep a stoic expression on my face but on the inside I'm seeing red. All because I'm imagining Slater taking that sweet body of hers when he has no right to.
I cut a glance over to her and see her rolling her eyes. She scoffs, "Those activities will never be explored."
I feel like I can breathe again. The raging inferno inside me dissipating with her words. From my peripheral vision I see her glance my way but I give nothing away.
Slater places a hand over his heart. "First Alice and now you. Both of you are doing a massive damage to my ego."
Haven scoffs, her blue grey eyes rolling to the back of her head. "Says the man who pulls more women than I have ever seen. Honestly your dick could use a break."
Slater's face turns smug as he leans back in his seat. "What can I say? The ladies love me."
"We are aware there is a kid at the table, yes?" Rosa brings attention to Connor who is sitting next to his sister which is directly across from me.
Haven actually looks apologetic as she winces. Slater slips further down in his seat like a boy trying to avoid being scolded.
Connor, however, simply shrugs, not bothered in the least. "So you're a player?" He asks Slater.
Slater eyes bounce from Grace and then to Connor and then to Rosa. I, however, can't believe the kid just blatantly asked that.
"I wouldn't say, player," Slater hums thoughtfully. "I'm a lover." Haven once again snorts and so does Snake.
Connor nods his head like he knows exactly what he means. "My sister told me that I should never become a player."
Slater cocks his head to the side, completely amused by the kid. "Why's that?"
Connor peaks over at Grace and she gives him an encouraging smile. "Because any man can be a player but it takes a better man to love and hold her throughout the years."
"You're raising a fine young man there, Grace," Sticks praises her and her cheeks flush. "You should be proud."
Connor's eyes go wide as he looks between his sister and Sticks. Then he puts a hand on her shoulder and asks, "You're not going to cry are you? Because I don't have the tissue box ready."
Her eyes mirror her brothers but her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
"What's this about a tissue box?" Alice asks and I know that Connor will no doubt give her an answer.
And he does. "She said she'll cry when I tell her how proud I am of her. So I told her I'll have a tissue box ready. I didn't know if that went for other people, too."
"That's very sweet of you, Con," Rosa tells him.
He just shrugs his shoulder and glances over to his sister. "It's the right thing to do."
The embarrassment she felt mere seconds ago leaves and it's replacement is pure love. I see it as clear as day on her face. How her smile is soft, her eyes light and that damn heart of hers on her sleeve beating proudly for everyone to see.
"Love you, champ.” Her voice is clogged with emotion.
He smiles up at her, the same soft smile. The same light in his eyes. "Love you, too."
She then ruffles his hair which causes Connor to squawk while trying to get away from her. But you can see how much the kid enjoys it. How the small act of affection affects him.
