Daddy's Favorite (ManxBoy)

Chapter Eighteen

"I look like a gorgeous wreck." I sighed.

Mason turned around, holding up two necklaces, comparing them in his hands. "Hey, you called yourself gorgeous."

"I also said wreck. I look like the physical embodiment of a fuckboy. I mean, I'm pretty sure I should be on someone's Pinterest board."

He shrugged and put the necklaces back down. "You don't need another necklace. It'll just clash with your collar."

"Are you even listening to me, Mason?" I turned away from him, looking back into the mirror. It was a pretty good outfit. A thin, black turtle neck, covered by a very nice black jacket that Mason had never worn. The tag was still on it. He had also pulled out some burgundy pants that were pleated very nicely and accentuated my figure. These combat boots were pretty comfy too. I was probably going to take them along with the jacket until Mason asked for them back. He wasn't doing anything with them anyway.

"All I'm hearing is you complaining about how hot you look. Just wait until Aiden sees you." He was having way too much fun with this.

I groaned. 'I'm not saying I look bad. I mean, I actually look great." For those words to come out of my mouth, I really had to believe I looked good.

"You look straight off of a magazine cover."

"That's the point! I look like a dick."

"No, you look like you like dick."

If I was drinking water, I would've spit it out. "Mason!" Jesus, that man had no filter. We erupted into a bout of infectious laughter that wasn't going away. I seemed to be laughing a lot today, more than I had in a long time. "I'm just saying, this isn't my normal style."

He clicked his tongue as he let his fingers dance through my hair before tying it up on top of my head. "And that's exactly why I picked it out. You look fucking hot."

I held my hands up. "Okay, I'll trust you."

He raised an eyebrow. "Like you have a choice...Fine, you don't believe me?" He cupped his hands around his mouth and let out a loud yell. "August!"

I could hear his loud steps as he crossed the house. "Why did you call him?! Why would he even comment on-?"

The door opened and August stood in the doorway all dressed up, his eyes scanning the room before his brain registered what was going on. "Damn..." His arms relaxed and his fingers slipped off the doorknob as he looked at me.

"Oh my God. Stop." If I wasn't blushing before, I sure as hell was now.

"No, for real. You look good as hell." His eyes shifted over to Mason. "You did amazing baby. I need you to do this to me next."

Mason rolled his eyes. "You don't need my help. I like your style."

He shrugged. "I'm just saying. I wanna look that good."

"As good as what?" Aiden's voice floated into the room from behind August and I tensed up a little. I don't know why I didn't trust everyone else's opinion. I should, but honestly, Aiden's was the only one that really mattered to me.

He appeared in the doorway looking as sexy as ever in his black dress shirt and slacks. He stopped in his tracks directly behind August, who stepped to the side out of his way. "Fucking hell." He breathed out, barely loud enough for us to hear it before crossing the room. He reached out, cupping my face in his hands and capturing my lips in his own. The kiss only lasted a few seconds before he pulled away, but his hands stayed on my face. "You look fucking hot." His words mirrored the ones Mason had spoken only a few minutes before.