Chance nods. “Please take the flowers.” I reluctantly take them. “Happy Birthday, Derrick,” he says, and I watch him walk away as a tear slips down my cheek.
26
DERRICK
“I’m dying.” Christian moans.
“We all are, bro.” Axel groans.
“Such a bunch of lightweights,” I tell them as I happily sip my cocktail by the pool.
“But it was the best night ever, if I say so myself,” Camryn states beside me, with her Jackie O glasses hiding her hangover.
Camryn had set up this dream-like beach barbecue under fabric marquees that had lace and fairy lights hanging from them. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. The sun was setting, and streams of pinks and oranges floated across the water as the steel band came back to play.
“Derrick, come with me,” Camryn asks. This sounds mysterious as she takes me away from the beach. When we turn the corner, there’s a gorgeous blonde and four handsome half-naked men standing before me.
“Happy birthday to me.” I chuckle.
“These are your presents.” Camryn smirks as she introduces me to the gorgeous men, who kiss my cheek and wish me a happy birthday.
“Hi, I’m Kimberly, Cammie’s business partner,” the cute blonde says, introducing herself.
“Kimmy flew in from New York with these men,” Camryn explains.
“Did you hire me gigolos?” I whisper to Cam.
“Would you be upset if I did?” She smirks. My eyes widen. “They have been advised that their mission all weekend is to make sure you are hydrated, happy, and that every wish of yours is granted.”
“Every wish?”
“Every wish, Derrick. We are here to serve you,” the tall, dark, and handsome man with the deep voice tells me.
“All four of you?” I point at them.
“You think you can handle us?” the dirty blond asks.
“The question is, handsome, if you can handle me.” I smirk.
“We love a good challenge,” the dark-haired Italian stallion says.
“I look forward to it.” I grin.
“Right, well, it seems like everyone is on the same page. You guys can introduce yourselves later. Because Derrick has a birthday feast, he is running late for.
“We’ve organized for these guys to bring you in on your throne,” Kimberly explains.
“And you have to wear your crown,” Camryn adds, placing a floral crown on top of my head.
“I’ve had a fantasy start out like this,” I say, stepping into my throne.
“We can continue that fantasy later if you want,” the other brunette states, giving me a wink.
“Happy Birthday to me!” I squeal.
Next thing I know, those four strong men are lifting me, and I am being carried across the sand and into my birthday dinner like the King that I am. Everyone is laughing and taking photosas I wave from atop my throne. I see Chance is at dinner, guess the man needs to eat, but thankfully, he is at the furthest end away from me.
After an amazing seafood dinner and dessert, where my four hunks spoon-fed me birthday cake, the Dirty Texas crew has organized for DJ Duo, these awesome DJs who have just signed with their label to play into the night. Awkwardly, but rather sweetly, the Sons of Brooklyn boys pulled out their guitars and started singing, which was sweet, but thankfully, I was too drunk to let the awkwardness truly worry me.
