Adler | The Monarch & The Heirs BOOK 2.

Sex | A TWENTY NINE

A/N: Dedicated to BBAD13 and L1B3LI0N

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Stevie couldn't really put it into words to describe what it was like seeing the boys truly having a good time at Clay Kitchen.

It was more of a whimsical move when getting tired of Garren acting like a national level prat over the dumb photo thing and picking on sweet little Benny. Then add the nostalgia from Aunt Pauline's home pottery rec room, she took a shot.

Stevie was prepared for it going south, Garren throwing a fit over not having an upper hand and getting dirtied in pottery. That would've still been a win but the turnout was great, to say the least.

It seemed impossible for Stevie to ever have a dull moment with the three and still had the anxiety in wondering if each of them considered it the same with her. They said four was a crowd and she earnestly wanted to be the one who proved the phrase wrong.

When their bowls were done finalising with sgraffito and shelved to dry, the boys were leafing out three figure large bank notes like sweeties. Jocelin's jaw dropped.

From there, an argument commenced with Annie, as undeterred as always, insisting they pay the standard for a regular session. It went on for a while thanks to Garren, no surprise there, but a compromise was eventually reached. They exchanged contact information to know when to return for their bowls to be glazed, Jocelin waving goodbye from the store window.

Though, Stevie hadn't missed Jocelin's farewell gesture more centred towards Ben. They'd probably made their own exchanges at some between their little flirting session.

Stevie had noticed one other unexpected turnout from her whim and didn't dally in pursuing it at the first given chance. That moment came when Garren was fixed on double checking his appearance even after having a tenaciously long washing at the pottery's clean up facility. As he lead the way to the public bathrooms, Stevie discreetly tugged Will back.

Will's endearing brown eyes travelled to his captor with curiosity. "Um, yes?"

"I saw you talking to that other employee." She pretended not to catch Will straighten. "What was that about?"

Will's lips pursed. "Oh, him? Nothing, he was just getting me a higher wheel, apparently mine was too low and making me hunch."

Stevie nodded her head. "Oh, I see."

As eye-catching as the other youth Annie had working at her store with his neck tattoo and all, the bloke had done a pretty good job blending in to the background. Not enough for Stevie not to catch how the guy snuck glances toward her second mother who was none the wiser.

The guy appeared to be quite sleek with the excuse he used to approach an oblivious Will. The wheel thing could've been true but the timing chosen to come to Will's assistance was far too conspicuous for Stevie to ignore. She could see it.

It wasn't hard to distinguish after all the past occurrences when she was around Will and could notice one or two, girls at most. But also a few guys that got entranced by Will's sole presence.

Any fling wouldn’t get him over the one-sided love for Garren, it needed to be more than psychical appeal.

From what Stevie perceived, tattoo boy gave off something different. Something interesting.

"Why do you ask?" questioned Will.

"Oh, I was just curious." replied Stevie. "Cause y'know, he looked pretty scary. Figured you might be pissing yourself back there."