Whispered Desires

Chapter 1: The Wedding

KILIAN

God, I fucking hate weddings.

As much as I love my bestie Hayden, I can't just watch the whole ordeal without wanting to throw up. Don't get me wrong, he and Mila make a beautiful couple, and I'm really happy for him. Especially now that there's a baby on the way as well, because I know how much he wanted this. But still... It's just not my thing.

But, being the best friend that I am, I fulfill my obligations, hollering when they kiss and making sure I applaud and joke at the right moments. If there's one person on this earth that's worth going through this hell, it's Hayden, and so I happily offer my sacrifice.

And then, when they walk back down the aisle, of course not without Hayden being who he is, lifting Mila up in the middle of the walk and tongue-fucking her in front of friends and family, they finally disappear in the house, doing god knows what.

Finally, fucking finally, the moment has come.

It's my time to shine, because now comes the only part of weddings I actually love.

Finding one of those desperate women who just need someone to make them feel good, because their sole confidence and self-worth is measured by the existence of some man, preferably a rich and handsome one.

I never understood why women talk themselves down like that, really. Okay, admittedly, watching someone like Hayden Cross, the star quarterback and every woman's dream, getting married, might tug at more than one heartstring. But still, it's pathetic, to an extent.

It's also society, I guess. And even though I'm not an asshole, I am still a man and in desperate need of some long-legged beauty on top of me.

Luckily it only takes a few minutes until one of the blonde, very tall waitresses shoots me a flirty smile, her long legs swaggering on the gravel path in the garden. I will always respect how women manage to walk on these ridiculous high heels, especially on grounds so unsteady like this one.

"Hello, handsome." She stops right next to me and whispers into my ear. In her heels she's even a little taller than I am, and I can't deny that it somehow turns me on. Goddamn.

"Hey, gorgeous. How are we doing tonight?" I grab one of the beer bottles from her tray as I reply, bringing it to my lips with a smirk. The tall blonde girl now walks in front of me, the tray still balancing on her hand as she studies me up and down, eye-fucking me without any shred of decency whatsoever.

I watch as she drags her teeth along her bottom lip, giving me all the fucking signs I've waited for. This will be a quick one, I'm sure.

"I'm really good... What about you? You look..." she glances at me, her tongue darting over her lips before she continues. "You look thirsty."

She shoots me a wink, and I can't help but grin at her, definitely having to bite back a laugh from how easy this is going. I mean seriously, I'm not even trying.

"Oh, yeah. I definitely am." I'm not ashamed of the way I take in her appearance. She's the typical fuck and chuck kind of girl, big boobs and legs for days, fake blonde hair combined with a boring but still objectively beautiful face.

Perfect.

"You wanna get out of here, Mr Rogers?" She bats her eyelashes at me. I'm not surprised that she knows who I am, it's probably the reason this is going so fast. I might not be star quarterback Hayden Cross, but I am L.A.'s best wide receiver, and as much as I know that Hayden is bloody brilliant, I also know we're at our best when we can rely on each other. It's all we've ever done.