chapter nine

GERALD’S POV

"So, guys, where are we meeting this time?" I asked casually, coming to take a seat beside Mason. He, along with Abel and Jessica, were at the table. I couldn’t stop my eyes from searching for Silvia. Where was she?

"Obviously not your place," Jessica countered, and I shot her a tight smile.

"You won’t be saying that when I am down between your legs." I have no idea what made me say that, but it was too late to take it back. Jessica choked back on her soda and burst into a coughing fit. What I said must have really taken her off guard. By the time she had gotten a hold of her bearings, she shot me a venomous glare, but the redness of her cheeks didn’t make me take her seriously. I don’t know what made my eyes glide downwards; maybe it was because the last time I saw her, she was wearing a baggy sweater and sweatpants.

This time was much different. She wore a bloody red crop top that had her boobs popping out; they looked so full and luscious that it was almost impossible