âItâs nothing.â Although, her abrasive brush off and the fact she couldnât look Mr. Wellington in the eye said otherwise. Itâs not that she was ashamed of her side hustle but, at the same time⊠she didnât want Adem to think any less of her because she took off her clothes to make a living.
Sheâs not so sure his crowd, as she judged by this event, would approve of him slumming it with a girl like her. Theyâd call her trashy. Probably label her a slut even though sheâs never slept with those sheâs given lapdances to.
And clearly itâs not what heâs thinking. In fact, itâs far from it. Not only would someone like Leyla probably burn in a church after stepping foot in it, but she wasnât even Catholic. So, sheâd have no reason to join a choir or listen to Mr. Wellington give sermons on Sundays.
The thought was quite laughable, really. So much so, she practically keeled over and choked on her second glass. Champagne dripped from her nose and she had to take a napkin just to keep it from spilling onto her knock off dress, as he so kindly put it earlier in the night.
âHI-LAR-IOUS,â she barked, while punching him in the arm to keep quiet. âDonât think my cries for mercy had anything to do with you.â But they did. He was quite the charmer. Most guys couldnât even find her clit let alone make her orgasm. Adem was the rare exception. âSeriously though. I have no idea who that guy was. I mean, he couldâve easily mistook me for someone else. Arenât pastors supposed to be like, undercover pedophiles? Maybe, Iâm the girl of his dreams. It happens.â Two points for modesty. âIn that case, you two could relate. Iâm pretty sure youâre in love with me. Thatâs why, you brought me here to meet your parents. Speaking ofâŠ. where are they? Are you gonna introduce me or are you too ashamed to be seen with me in public?â
Adem couldnât contain his own laughter and joined in. Her laugh was contagiously cute. âGod, I canât take you anywhere huh?â He teased, closing the small space between them to gently brush the champagne off her nose and cheeks. Really he just wanted an excuse to touch her. She was beautiful in a way heâs never seen before. It was like she was made up of magic. She was all pixie dust and starlight. If she could see herself through his eyes she would see that she sparkles way brighter than every string of light and adorned jewelry at this party. Her kind of glisten and shine couldnât be bought. She embodied an enchantment he couldnât seem to break free of.Â
âSure, sure,â he retorts in the same teasing tone while giving her a gentle nudge. As their conversation continued, Adem led her over to a gorgeously lit bar. Because of the warm weather, the event was being held outside and there was a strict rule that no one was to step foot inside the building. Mr. Wellington and a few other adults were partaking in more nefarious activities inside. There were drugs, illegal gambling, hired escorts, and armed security. Wellington couldnât risk his image being tarnished, but he also couldnât refrain from indulging in sinful proclivities. He loves his wife and his religion, but he was born with too much temptation, and no matter how hard he prays, he canât seem to calm his demons.Â
âYouâre way off mark. No one is more devoted to God than him. Trust me. He wants to make the world a better place. I donât think heâs ever run a red light.â He laughed, but his smile quickly faded the minute he saw his mother seated on the couch with the other stepford wives. Meanwhile his father was inside, discussing a new lab he hopes to open in Siesta.Â
âIâm not embarrassed by you, Iâm embarrassed by them. My dad is an evil genius and my mother is over there. Sheâs the director of photography at Vanity Fair. If you really wanna meet her, itâs your funeral. Sheâs never liked any of my dates. But I wouldnât take it personally. She comes from a long line of bitches. If you wanna see real evil, you should meet my grandma.âÂ