“What?” Aiden snapped, brows scrunching up in disgust. “No.
Way!!” He emphasized, tapping his hand on the table.
“Yes, way. C'mon man. You should own up to your mistake.”
Michael advised, but Aiden brushed into laughter. What Michael said now just made
him remember some shits about his teen years.
Owning up to his mistakes is never what he'll do. Never!
Seriously? Michael’s telling him to
own…up to some shitty mistakes? Like hell he’ll.
“Dude c'mon. You pushed her down and I sure as hell know
that was when she lost the I.D.” Michael
parroted his words over again but Aiden was strong-headed, he
doesn’t want to accept he did that.
One thing about Aiden is that he hates someone telling him
he made a mistake. Nah. He feels he's always
right and others are wrong. He
might be outgoing but he’s quite prideful. Very prideful.
And right now, that mountain of pride couldn’t pave way for
his friend’s words to sink down.
“Now, you’re wrong there. She bumped into me and still I
went as far as to say sorry. C'mon bro! I ain’t
gonna return that shit to the strange, pathetic girl. You think she didn’t drop it on purpose?” Aiden blurted, pulling
his wine glass up, he flushed the whole content down his throat.
Belching mildly, he stared up at Michael whose teeth is now gnashed together, bones poking
through the skin of his cheeks. Michael don’t
understand why the sex gods,
Aiden in particular, is always strong-headed. Always full of himself. The hell.
Thinking about that, Michael balled his hands into fist on the table.
“You ain’t gonna punch me, are you?” Aiden teased.
The waitress came over to their table to clear their empty
crockery and Aiden stealthily studied
the waitress’s ass. The girl gave him the look, biting her lower lip. It’s as if she’s trying to recollect from whence she knew Aiden.
Aiden gave her a naughty grin. This is one of his favorite.
Giving girl looks that will have them melting to their knees and begging to
taste his cock. Michael waited until the
drooling waitress finished gathering the
crockery and walked away.
Now facing Aiden again, he started. “I know she didn’t do it on purpose, man. You should return it
to her. Call her and return it. That’s
all.”
Scowling, Aiden stood no his feet. Well, the thing is the
waitress ass he just saw has his cock twitching. Knowing that Lisa might be
waiting for him, he effortlessly straightened his shirt and buckled his belt,
leaving Michel to rattle on.
“Man, you don’t know
what these desperate chicks in Sin city can do. She wants to meet me in person
and I’m not falling for that shit. I
can’t. I doubt she’s even my type…”
“Who's talking about she being your type here? What you just
have to do is call her and meet
somewhere and hand her, her ID.” Michael said, intercepting Aiden.
He knew Aiden never misses a chance to fuck a pussy. Never.
Not him and not Alex.
“Then why disturb me? Why don’t you return it to her since you’re the good soul here?”
Michael’s jaw twitched at Aiden’s comment but Aiden already started
walking to the exit.
Springing up from the seat, Michael marched in Aiden’s tow, saying quickly, breathlessly.
“Because you’re the one that bumped into
her, made her fall and crash her ass on the tiled floor, man!”
Spinning, Aiden offered a laugh. He loves just the way Mike
describes the whole shit now, especially the “ass" part.
“Didn’t touch her
ass, man.” He still laughed as he pushed the door open and filed outside into the starry night and buzzing streets of
Sin city.
Aiden rounded his car with Mike hot on his toes, spitting
reason why Aiden should take the I.D to the strange girl and facts that made
him the wrong person. Aiden already flutter the driver’s side of his car open when he heard
someone calling out to him.
Twirling around, he sighted the hot waitress advancing towards them. Seizing that rare,
God given opportunity, Mike stealthily slip the ID inside Aiden’s car console.
And stood up to watch the drooling girl chit chat with
Aiden. Aiden hasn’t stop being women’s sexual fantasy. Michael said under his breath
as he watched the dark haired waitress fawning and speaking to Aiden.
“Omigod. I just remembered
from whence I know you, sir.” The
waitress twirled with her dark hair. “I'm a fan of yours. I watch your porn
videos all the time.” She said, making Aiden chuckle. His pride doubling. He risked
a glance at Mike and saw the scowl he held on his face.
Mike always does that shit, though. Scowling when young
ladies and mamas swoon over the sex
gods. Though, the girl might he mistaking Aiden to Alex, given their identical
looks.
“I’d love to have your autograph, sir.” She managed to say
and with all pleasure, Aiden dunk his
hand in his pocket and grabbed a hold of
his marker. Taking it out and flipping the lid away, he asked.
“Where would you like it signed?” He quirked his brows.
“Don’t know if it’s cool. It’s somewhere private, though. Can you do it in
your car?” The waitress asked.
With all pleasure, Aiden nodded and they both slipped into
his car. Just then, the girl undoes her
buttons and shoves out her right tit.
Aiden’s cock twitches
again at the sight of the puffy, dark pink nipple. Gaining some semblance of
control, he grabbed the tit, his palm grazing across her areola as he signs his
autograph on the girl’s mound.
When he was done, he nodded and she thanked him. Though not
without taking a picture with him. After
she walked away with her jiggling ass, Mike slipped his head inside and said.
“Damn. You get to touch different tits
all the damn time.”
“Of course. Just one of the pros of being a hot porn
star.” Aiden boasted. Amid all,
Mike’s happy he successfully put
the I.D into his car. Knowing, Aiden
he'll cave when he sees that and resigns into giving it to the said girl, who
he assumes is not his type.
Bringing his engine alive, Aiden sputtered. “Gotta go man.
Return the shit to the girl yourself.” He smirked.
Only if he knows. Mike internally mocked as Aiden pulled
away from the restaurant, firing down the buzzing road, the skimpy dressed
ladies on the road, luring his attention.