“Can you zip me up, please?” Alexis asks.
I travel the length of her legs until I’m looking up at her with my mouth and eyes wide open. She is wearing an extremely short black, lace dress, which reveals quite a lot of her silky smooth skin, more skin than I’m willing to share the sight of with any other man. And even though she looks sexy as hell, I’ll be damned if she is going to look that good so that some loser can discreetly blow a load in his pants.
“What is that?” I ask on a choke.
“What’s what?” she asks, quickly glancing toward the roof where she thinks I am looking, her expression indicating she expects to see some type of critter.
“What you’re wearing.”
Alexis looks back down and smooths out her dress. “Um... I think it’s Dolce and Gabbana. I can check if you wan—”
“I don’t fucking care who designed it.”
Her face contorts. “You don’t like it?”
Placing my hands on her legs, I pull her toward me. “Hunny, you look sensational, too fucking sensational. It’s just...” I lean back on the bed and run my hand through my hair.
Climbing over my lap and straddling me on the bed, a sly grin creeps across her face. “Are you telling me what I can and can’t wear?”
“Yes, you seriously can’t wear that. Remember that time you called me Jackie Chan?”
She screws up her face then smiles. “Yeah.”
“Well, I’ll be performing Jackie-Chan’s all night if you wear that.”
Alexis laughs and leans forward, her golden blonde locks cascading around her face as she looks down at me. Even her lips are turning me on—red as a friggin’ fire truck.
“Bryce, I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself. And anyhow, we have the apartment to ourselves tonight. Don’t you want to wait till we get home so that you can take this dress off and see just exactly what I’m wearing underneath?”
I glance down at her breasts, spying the tiniest hint of red lace covering her chest.
“Fuck the night out. Let’s stay here and you can show me now.”
I reach for her tits, but she jumps off and puts her hand up. “No. We are going. Now, can you please zip me up?”
Alexis turns around, baring her back to me and giving me another sneak peek of her lingerie. The sight of her red corset prompts my dick to stand at attention, poised and motionless, saluting her—military style. Having no choice but to close my eyes in order to try and gather my not so turned-on composure, I lower my eyelids and click my neck from side to side.
After a second of thinking about Dame Edna Everage—because let’s face it, she looks like a clown—I reopen them to find Alexis still standing in front of me, her head now turned back in my direction and smiling from ear to fucking ear.
Completely depleted of all will power and restraint, I grab a hold of her and drag her to the bed, pinning her down underneath me. “Hunny, if you are going to wear that then first, I need to fuck you. I need you wearing me along with it.”
Alexis and I walk into Opals nearly three quarters of an hour late, spotting our friends and family scattered around the dance floor. Will, Matt, Derek and Luce are up on stage, preparing for our gig.
“Sorry we are late,” Alexis apologises, blushing profusely.
Carly’s eyes widen as they journey up and down Alexis’ body. “No need to explain why. That...” she points to her outfit, “...speaks for itself.”
“What? There’s nothing wrong with my dress,” Alexis whines while Tash hands her a drink and a condom decorated veil. “Oh for the love of God...I am not wearing that! I’m not in my twenties and getting married for the first time.FOR.GET.IT.”
“Told you she wouldn’t wear it,” Tash says to Carly, handing her the veil.
“She’ll wear it...give it time...and alcohol.”
I shake my head, kiss Alexis’, and hoist myself up on the stage.
“Nice of you to show, Arsehole,” Derek throws my way as I pick up my guitar and begin to tune it.
“I was busy,” I answer, pulling a pick out of my jean pocket.
“Hmmm, yeah...I can see why,” Matt murmurs, glancing toward Alexis.
“Shut up, Dick. I already have to worry about every other sleaze in this joint eye-fucking my fiance, I don’t want to have to worry about you, too.”
“She looks hot!” Lucy says with her back to me.
I turn to my sister. “Not you, too,” I grimace.
“No. I didn’t mean it like that...although, she does look hot!”
Will laughs as he taps out a light beat.
“Let’s just get started, yeah?” I grumble as I glance toward Alexis, taking in the smouldering beauty that she is. I can’t say that I really blame them all for fucking around with me, she does look exceptionally incredible tonight. And as I watch her greet her family and friends, it painfully dawns on me that my night is not going to be as laid back as hers. Not in the bloody slightest!
We open the show with “Birth” by 30STM, just like we had at our previous gig. The song is a crowd winner and, quite frankly, a great intro to get everyone—including us— primed for the rest of our gig.
Three songs into our set, and we decide to play one of our own—“Chaos”. This particular song seems to sum up my current situation, being that during the second bridge I have no choice but to bear witness to a group of guys eyeing Alexis, Carly, and Jen.
Highly fucking irritated, I watch as the group of douche bags spend a minute planning their approach, the shady thoughts in their minds quite obviously radiating from their overzealous faces.
Cringing like fuck when they slowly make their way toward the girls, I notice Tash and Steve intercept the group’s attempted pick-up, Steve spinning Jen into a dance and Tash wrapping herself around Alexis in a bear hug, pretending to give her a friendly cuddle. I inwardly sigh with relief at the fact I no longer have to jump off the stage and threaten to jam my guitar down any of the guy’s throats. Being that Opals is my nightclub, I really don’t want to cause a scene.
Tash gives the four guys a vicious snarl then looks toward me and winks, and I can’t help but smirk with the knowledge of our agreement for her to be Alexis’ bodyguard. Now, it’s not as if I formulated this understanding behind Alexis’ back. In fact— if I remember rightly—Tash and I discussed our intentions directly in front of her years back when we watched the kids swim at school. So technically, it is not my, nor Tash’s fault that she did not take us seriously.
After finishing the song and realising I’m going to need more protective enforcements, I give Dale—my head of security—a quick call.
“Everything alright, Mate?” he answers.
“Yeah. Listen, Dale, before you finish and make your way down here, can you send Joey. I need him on Alexis-duty tonight.”
I imagine Dale running his hands over his face in frustration at my request.
“She’s not gonna be happy when she catches on, Bryce, and you know she will.”
“Do me a favour. Turn on Opal’s lower dance floor camera, you can’t miss her. Then tell me I’m going overboard.”
I wait for him to do what I’ve just directed him to do, anticipating that he is now on my wavelength.
“Right! Yep, I get ya. Joey will be there as soon as possible.”
“Good. Now turn the camera off, you dirty perve.”
He laughs. “It’s off. I know better than to mess with you.”
“So you should. I’ll see you shortly.”
“No worries.”
