Jase, Fields, J. [story reading TXT] 📗

“Yeah, Dom has a copy of the speech, I just wrapped up the video part of the presentation.”

“Carly needs a dress, call her and tell her you’ll have one delivered,” I looked up and Abe was looking at me oddly, “What?”

“She might have one,” Abe laughed.

“No I checked last night…”

“You went over there and rifled through her things!”

“I spent the night,” I knew I was pissing him off, so I smirked on purpose and leaned back and put my hands behind my head, “The whole night.”

“Way to take things slow fucker, she is dealing with…”

I sat up, “Nothing happened. She cried, she threw up, I gave her a bath…”

“Nothing happened and you gave her a bath?”

“What size do you think she is?” I was ignoring him on purpose, and definitely provoking him on purpose, that son of a bitch thrives on this shit. Productive as hell when he is pissed.

“I don’t fucking know, you think your bad ass but I am putting you on notice. Fuck her up and I am going to kick your ass up and down the shore,” Abe was pissed.

“Five, six? Seriously Abe help me out,” I looked up at him, he had veins popping out of his neck.

“Fuck you,” he stood up, “You got your tux there smart ass?”

“No but I will order it as soon as I get done picking out what lingerie I am going to peel off your cousin tonight,” Abe slammed the door when he left the office and I laughed.

He popped his head back in, “Eight o’clock fucktard!”

“Love you Bro,” I chuckled.

I Googled high end clothing stores in the city. Maison Martin Margiela popped up. I had never been there but the website was like nothing else I had ever experienced in the little bit of online shopping I had done for Little Bell. I loved it immediately. The pictures of the store looked amazing and I would be taking her there someday. It was art, not just a building that housed clothes. I spent way too much time admiring it than I would ever admit too.

I grabbed my phone to call the store directly. I told them the item, size, and color I wanted. The salesperson asked the occasion and I was kind of was taken aback, seriously why did they want to know. By the end of my conversation, the salesman (if you could call him that, I felt like he was now a friend, I swear I came real close to inviting him to the event tonight) he knew the occasion and even why it was important. I was adamant on sparing no expense and he seriously could have sold me anything, but the shit kicker was he didn’t push. When he asked her shoe size I was lost momentarily, he didn’t make me feel like a dick he helped me figure it out and mention that if they were wrong I could return them. I even asked that he just pick something out for me that kind of flattered her evening wear but didn’t shout, I want to nail this girl so bad that I am buying matching clothes. He laughed, asked my size, and I gave it to him with strict instructions that I did not want flashy. He would be sure her things were delivered to her address within a few hours and that mine were delivered to the office. I even tried to tip him and he refused. I felt like a douche at that point, but hey he probably just saved my ass, I would definitely be sending a gift of some sort.

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I was pacing in my dark gray suit when Abe walked into the banquet hall with Carly. She was fucking stunning and I am not gonna lie I could feel myself chub up a bit especially knowing what was under that amazing dress, and even a bit more picturing what was under that. I licked my dry lips and she looked at me at the same damn time. Her eyes widened a bit and she looked to Abe immediately. Her hair was styled perfectly, it was pinned back on the sides and laid down her shoulder covering her left tit. Holy shit, I need to get laid soon before I explode. I wonder if once I have her it won’t be one of the first thoughts that crosses my mind when I see her. I doubt it, I’m probably doomed to a lifetime of wanting to be buried inside that sweet little…

“Jase,” Abe stuck out his hand to shake mine but my eyes never left hers.

“You look stunning Carly,” I am sure my face turned as red as hers did. She was rubbing off on me, the whole thinking before you speak thing.

“Thanks,” she looked around lost for a moment. “They certainly don’t spare any expense do they?” she asked looking at Abe.

“No they don’t, but I can guarantee I’ll be asking for a raise after I am settled in here. Jase, you mind hanging out with Carly for a few minutes? I see someone I need to talk to,” Abe didn’t wait for a reply, he walked away leaving her by my side.

“You don’t have to entertain me,” she smiled the smile that said she didn’t want to be a bother.

“Please you’ll be doing me a favor,” I wanted to take her hand but knew that would be too pushy, what would Mimi say. I chuckled and she looked at me and again and looked incredibly self-conscious, “Would you like a drink?”

“No, way,” she giggled, “I mean, no thank you.”

“Water, ginger ale, tonic, Vodka and Cranberry,” I joked and she laughed, “Water it is… come on, the bar is this way.”

Carly walked beside me looking around. She spotted Abe standing with Dom and Jules. Dom was smirking at us and winked. I noticed that her shoulders slumped in slightly and she looked around nervously, insecure as hell and it pissed me off. I grabbed her hand and