Bratty Badboys 18+ MMF, Tatted and Pierced Biker, Reversed Age Gap Romance

1 - Pardon my Language

Part One

"I want to fuck you like a hot milf you are."

1 - Pardon my Language

Caleb

Some would say I looked like a fuckboy dressed as a gentleman at my ex's bachelor party.

I turned off my Peach—yes, I named my bike, boo-fucking-hoo—and unclipped my helmet. The ride was smooth with minimal traffic, but a small part of me craved something... dangerous. Or darker. The adrenaline was still running high, and I wished I could turn back around and go ride again.

It was happening again, and I was trying my best to be a good-fucking-boy when all I wanted to do was chase addiction. Any addiction.

It's a good day—week for Aaron. You promised you'd be there for him.

Shaking my head, I fixed my suit and checked the shoelaces of my Vans. Dad had given a couple of his since they were getting too tight for him. I had a lean muscular body, so they fit me perfectly—almost too perfectly, and I sensed Emma had bought them for me and made her husband offer them to me.

And why the hell would I say no to a sexy Tom Ford suit when I was still a fresh graduate with only a few odd jobs?

I ran a hand through my hair and made sure my tattoos didn't peek from the low buttoned shirt. It wouldn't matter anyway, since my face piercings were on full display. I had known Aaron for a few years after I... after my ex-girlfriend found us making out on her bed at her mom's funeral. Shitty? I know. I have been trying to make up to her since then, even though she forgave me a long time ago.

But I had never told her why I was such an asshole.

Why I still am an asshole.

I fucked Aaron a couple of times—more than a couple of times, after high-school and since we were in the same university, we hooked up a lot. We were fuck-buddies until he met his professor's assistant and fell in love with him. I was meeting him and his fiancé for the first time after he left my dorm with a sore ass and swollen lips.

Behave, Caleb.

I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths before making my way to one of the most luxurious hotels in the city. I was warned by the guys attending the wedding that the bachelor party was going to be held after the dinner, and until then, all of us had to behave.

Of course, I had no such plans.

I am Caleb fucking Chang after all.

The hotel rehearsal dinner area was tastefully decorated with floral arrangements and upscale décor. I nodded at the host or Aaron's uncle—I couldn't care less, taking the bubbly welcome cocktail and downing it in one go. It was sweet and left a burning tingle in my throat.

Aaron and his fiancé's names were covered in a flower of hearts at the center of the restaurant while a band of live musicians played jazz.​​ Tables were set with fine China and crystal glassware with a pastel card for the menu of the courses. Their parents went all out, huh?

I looked around to see women and men eyeing me, making me roll my eyes as I sipped on a glass of champagne. I hope there's a free bar.

"Oh, I didn't see you there—"

I looked down at the petite redhead who had thrown herself at me moments after I decided to stand by a corner to people-watch.

I didn't reply when she batted her lashes, adjusting her dress to show off her cleavage. "And you must be?" she asked, lowering her voice and raking her fingers over my arm.