“Interesting.” Axel chuckles.
“Yes, it is, isn’t it,” Oscar says in agreement.
Oh my god!
I’m dying. I can’t believe this is happening right in front of me. Axel then leans forward and whispers something, and I can’t fucking hear him. Wait. This isn’t fair. What is he saying? Whatever it is has Olivia hot under the collar as she takes a sip of her champagne.
“I think that sounds fun,” Stacey says.
What sounds fun? The way the boys are looking at their women and the way their women are looking at each other is blistering. More mumbling that I can’t hear as Axel whispers into Olivia’s ear and then kisses her. The sexual tension between this foursome is off the chain. Fuck me dead. I would turn for those four.
“Something to talk about another day,” Oscar says, clearing his throat as Evan and Christian wander outside again. I guess they forgot about me in the shadows. “We’ll leave you to it.” Oscar drags Stacey away.
“You look flustered.” Axel laughs.
“That’s because I am,” Olivia says, throwing back the rest of her champagne. You and me both, sista. Then I can’t hear anything else the two of them say as they walk off, leaving me in a puddle in the dark.
“Derrick, what are you doing in the dark?” Evan asks.
“Just on my phone,” I say, standing up and shaking it.
“Everything okay?” he asks, sounding concerned.
“Yeah, everything is fucking perfect,” I say, giving him my biggest grin as he walks me back inside where the dining table is set up for us all.
We take our seats, and of course, I’m the single one amongst my loved-up friends. I look around at everyone taking their seats, the ease they have as they move around their loved one, the smiles on their faces, the subtle glances and touches. Urgh. I am feeling painfully single. Have faith, Derrick, your time will come.
“I’d like to make a toast,” Christian says, standing up.
“Nooo,” Axel yells at his twin.
“Oh, come on, Ax. I never thought the day would come that you would fall. Welcome to the club, brother.” Christian smirks and holds up his beer.
“Ignore him, he has no filter,” Axel assures Liv.
“I think it’s sweet,” she tells him.
“Don’t encourage him,” Axel warns her with a laugh.
“Who do you think is going to get married next, Axel or Oscar?” I throw out there.
“Derrick!” Stacey squeals, choking on her champagne.
“Yes!” Christian points at me, loving the hijinks I’ve just created.
“We’ve only been back together for a little while,” Axel argues, a panicked look on his face.
“Stace and I are not like that,” Oscar adds.
“You two are living together,” I say, raising a brow at him.
“Living together doesn’t equal more,” Stacey argues.
“It doesn’t?” Sienna turns and asks her.
“We … um … it’s …” Oscar stumbles over his words.
“Oscar and I are not conventional. We have an open relationship at the club, if you must all know. I have no desire tosettle down, be married, and pop out babies. No offence, guys,” Stacey answers angrily.
