Capital-A Asshole

Prologue - Cupcake

Alexis

"You stole my cupcake." Frayer frowned as she walked out of her own light blue toilet in her own light blue room.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I intended to say but it came out more like, "Afunowfatfurefafilnalfot."

I mean, since my mouth was stuffed with what Frayer calls a cupcake.

To me, it's pure heaven with extra nutella on top.

Come on. When you see a velvet cupcake with creamy icing and small scattered sprinkles, the whole thing is basically screaming out, Eat me! Eat me and all your dreams will come true!

So I'm doing the cupcake a favour.

Apparently, my best friend thinks otherwise. I don't blame her, if she ate one of my cupcakes I'll slit her throat so she'll never be able to taste creamy deliciousness.

Haha, I'm so not evil.

"I'm soffy," I apologized, or tried to while having a few stuffing left around my mouth to swallow.

"Well, then, Soffy, may you vow never to eat my cupcakes again?"

We were in her room ten minutes ago, doing whatever we're doing. One of her maids (It's crazy, she's got five maids) handed her a cupcake, said it was a sample to what's coming for dessert at dinner time.

Obviously, I stole it while she went to the toilet and obviously, if you were dumb enough you wouldn't go for the cupcake that was right in front of your eyes.

Which I did, of course.

"Hmm," I pondered for a bit. "Hmmmmmm."

"Alexis."

"Frayer."

"Ufffgggggghhhhh," she groaned. "You know, I'm letting you go just this once."

I grinned cheekily, knowing it wouldn't be just this once. I mean, she forgives a bit too easily. Well at least she forgives me easily, because duh, I'm her best friend.

And I'm not exaggerating.

Not that I'm complaining.

"It's a Friday night. Instead of stuffing our mouths with cupcakes, wanna get groovin' right after dinner?"

"Just no one night stands, please," I begged.

For a woman who bans another person from stealing their precious cupcake of theirs, she loves going out and meeting guys.

Christ, I can't count how many guys she'd seen this week with her and my fingers and toes combined.

So that's where I come in, trying to keep her safe until she goes home somewhere with a guy.

Like that's any safer.

But hey, I get to stay in at her place and sleep on her white canopy bed. Which is so damn comfortable.

Just kidding, I need to "persuade" her to come back home with me, and sleep the alcohol off.

But then "occasionally" (that means once or twice in a week) she would just leave the club without even telling me. And then hello queen size bed with silk pillow covers that I get to enjoy all by myself.

"Yes, alright."

"You promise?"

"Yeah, I do," she vowed and I sighed.

"Pinky promise," I said.

She laughed and hooked her pinky finger to mine.

Deep in my heart, I know she crossed her fingers behind her back.

What I didn't know though, that the night would be the start to a life-changing event, even after the cupcake that I had which was life-changing enough.