Gezza was outside the broken pavement before his mom's house and shoes scraped.
Mia was hanging to his arm, her crop top tight, and her blonde hair was tossing, and glaring, her nails digging in his sleeve.
Elena stood before them in the flickering streetlight,arms crossed, her brown eyes smouldering with the jealous anger. Fuck, Elena's pissed.
Gezza got a cold heart and his smile failed. Making them fight over me, book. The night was chilly, streetlights long trailing shadows, his mom taunting him in his ears.
"You are not going with her." Elena protested.
"Who the hell are you." Mia shoot back. Eyeing Elena.
Elena came nearer, ignoring Mia, her black hair swam, her erect pose, her fingers bending as though she would spring. "You're mine, Gezza." Her gaze was darting to Mia, and her lips scowled.
Mia sneered, pressing her body against Gezza, her breast rubbing on his arm. Back off, "yoga bitch--playful", cutting, and her heels clicking, yanked Gezza to her arm.
"He's with me." Her eyes flashed with blue, her hand clenched, the nails pierced his skin through his hoodie.
Fuck, they will peck one another. Gezza teeth were set, and the sweat rolled down his neck, his fingers gripping this backpack straps. "Calm down, you two", Gezza said his voice cracking, moving between them, hands up.
Elena looked narrow-eyed and her foot tapped and Mia her lips pouted and her body still pressed against her.
The book got them jealous. Gotta fix this.
Elena moved nearer and her voice was low and sharp and dripping with venom. You suppose you can get away with him, blondie? His mine."
Her lips were curling, her eyes on the hand in his arm, and her fingers were claw like in their movement.
Mia scowled, throwing her blonde hair, her heels striking his body, her breast pinching his arm. "Oh, please, yoga girl", she said, playfully, yet with a certain acid.
,You are just pathetic, running after him like a snatchy ex. Her blue eyes fluttered, her hand tightened and her nails tore his flesh.
Elena squeezed her eyes, her foot stamping the sidewalk, crunching gravel. "Desperate?
You are the one who throws yourself on him, thinks she is important with her cheap skirt. It was a sultry growl in her voice, her hands fell to hips, her fingers making a jerk. "I had him first, and he wants me."
Mia burst out into a sharp, mocking laugh and her hand moved to the waist of Gezza, possessive. "First? Honey, you're history. Gezza with me now, and all he wants is me."
She bent over him, and her lips touched his ear, and her voice was teasing yet cutting. "Right, stud?"
The jaw of Gezza tightened, the moisture beading his neck, the sneakers moved.
Fuck, book's making them crazy. Both of you chill, said he, with a cracking voice, hands up, trying to cut through the heat. .
The look of Elena did not waver, her position was upright, and the look of Mia became even more pouty, her frame still clapped to his.
Gezza felt his ribs sore and he was losing patience and the warmth of the Playbook was forcing him.
"Ok, Elena, will go with us", with strictness in his voice, and his grin was no more than a forced one. Threesome's the play.
The grip that Mia had burst open, her eyes were stretched. "No, way, Gezza", she threw her hair, her voice rigid. "Just us."
Elena smirked, and walked right up, her hand touching his other arm, to claim her possession.
Time to work the book. His thought ran to the threesome of Mia and Tara, their bodies moving together, moans mingling, his control over them complete.
He imagined it now: Mia with pale hair falling down Elena, her dark hair, their curves pressed together, their lips upon his and all the three writhing. Fuck, yeah.
His pants became tighter, warmth of Playbook burning, runes shinning in his bag.
His attention was fixed, and he was pouring lustful thoughts. The glare faded out of Mia, her blue eyes smoked, and her body leaned in against him.
Her dark brown eyes dimmed in expression, her shoulders relaxing, a timid smile pulled her lips. Got 'em.
"Let's go beat up the hotel", he said, voice deep, sleazy smile returning. "All three of us." Mia smiled and her hand slipped to his waist, and Elena nodded her head, her fingers touching his neck. Playbook's magic, baby.
They loaded into the car straddling on Mia who had a sleek convertible parked nearby, with the leather seats cool beneath the thighs of Gezza.
Mia was tapping her heels as she drove, and Elena was sitting in the back, only inches away, her hand on his shoulder as possessive yet quiet.
Night had risen and fallen, with its streets glittering, the Playbook in his knees.
They drove into the Grand Meridian Hotel, a high-rise glass edifice whose lobby was lit with chandeliers, conference banners fluttering and glasses clinking and pouring into the air of a restaurant.
The sneakers of Gezza screeched on the marble floor, as they registered in, the Mia waving her credit card, her nails painted red.
He took the key to the room, 512, and looked around the lobby. Fancy as fuck.
His smile grew still more, and his eyes spotted something he recognized at the reception desk: Victoria Blake, sleek blazer clinging to her body, long dark hair in a tight bun, heels clicking as she picked up a key.
Holy shit, Victoria.
His heart sped up and the warmth of Playbook was harder, runes gleamed. She was the manager of his harem, to have been sharp and commanding, with her gray eyes scanning a tablet.
He looked to Mia and Elena, whose eyes were still fogged with lust, and their hands touching his arms.
"Go up to the room, 512, and take them the key, said he. "I'll be up soon." Mia pouted, with lingering fingers, and Elena glimpsed with narrowed eyes, and they obeyed, clicking their heels along to the elevator, swinging hips.
Gezza slapped his pack, the Playbook gently vibrating the canvas, and walked behind Victoria, whose sneakers were moving noiselessly on the marble.
At the reception desk, with her key in hand, Room 718, she stood with her tablet in her arm, her pose very rigid. Gotta play this smooth.
He came up, throat clear, hoodie tattered, jeans falling down. "Hey, Victoria, remember me? Call center, years back." His voice was nonchalant, and his grin was vulgar, with his eyes on her.
With a cold coldness in the look and a tightness in the lips she looked up, and though she scarcely recognized him, she turned back to her tablet, heels moving to go.
Fuck, she's blowing me off. The Playbook was humming more, and he felt its heat on his back, and its cold in his breast. Time to turn it up.
He imagined her naked beneath him, with exposed blazer, cascading dark hair, and hungry gray eyes and her sharp voice moaning at his name. Floods of lust in his brain, The Playbook rattling in his head.
Victoria stood still, her tablet falling a little, and her gaze back on him, and softening, and a glow of a little colour on her cheeks.
Her voice was quick in glancing at his lips and then away, and her pose softened. Got her.
"And what you want?" she said, her tone was kinder, eyes clambering over his lips.
The Playbook leveled its hum, and its force had taken effect. Let's talk." He pointed to the restaurant. whose glass doors were open, and whose tables were lined with white cloths, and whose cutlery was clattering.
They sat, a corner table, the leather chair cold in his thighs, her blazer touching the table. Her gray eyes were gleaming, Playbook-cloudy, and her fingers were twitching at the end of a napkin, and her shy smile showed a control which was not normally hers. She's mine.
The Playbook throbbed warmness and his sleaze burned, and Gezza grinned. The harem is developing, and I'm only beginning.