Enchanted (Billionaire Boys Club #2) | ongoing

Chapter 10

Darius:

Okay, so the party idea wasn't a complete success.

That's fine.

A bump in the road won't stop me from my goal.

It may take more time but eventually, she'll want to sleep with me.

If these idiots don't stop their nonsense and let me fucking be.

"Just saying. She's our friend now." Oakley's voice rings through my car as I drive to the meet up cafe on Sunday. "If you sleep with her and don't want anything serious, you would probably break that girl's delicate little heart. And we'd have to side with her in that fallout."

"Why would you side with her?" I frown.

"Because we like her more than you." Jere answers.

"The fuck?"

"The truth hurts, buddy." Oak comforts me sarcastically. "We're deeply sorry."

"Speak for yourself." Jeremy scoffs.

"You're both ridiculous."

"Ridiculously genius." Oak amends.

"Ridiculously hot." Jere adds.

"Ridiculously hilarious."

"Ridiculously rich."

"Ridiculously being denied access to my house without permission."

"Ridiculously shocked." Oakley chokes.

"Ridiculously betrayed." Jeremy gasps.

"Ridiculously being hung up on." I say and end the call.

Honestly, sometimes I wonder how their brains operate.

"Hi." Donatella smiles when I sit down at our regular table.

"Hey." I reply, giving her a once over, searching for the pink in her appearance today.

Hm.

"Stand up." I tell her.

"Huh?"

"Stand up."

"Why?"

"So I can find the pink."

"Excuse you?" She raises her brows.

"In your outfit." I clarify.

"Oh." She lifts her foot onto her chair, which clearly shows her light pink clad leg.

"Sweatpants?" I question.

She shrugs. "I wanted to be cozy. It's cold."

"I thought you'd be against anything less than completely put together."

"This is put together." She argues. "Outfits can be lazy while still being cute. And that's why I put more effort into my hair and makeup today."

I note that her usually straight hair falls past her shoulders in waves and her eyelids sparkle with subtle glitter.

My eyes travels down to her lips and I can't help but notice how fucking kissable they are. Pink, plump and glossy.

I feel my dick harden and cure myself for it.

She's not ready yet.

"Um, Darius?"

"What?" I snap out of it.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."