Chapter 9 Favorite Pornstar

• “What?” Aiden snapped, brows scrunching up in disgust. “No. Way!!” He emphasized, tapping his hand on the table.
• “Yes, way. C'mon man. You should own up to your mistake.” Michael advised, but Aiden brushed into laughter. What Michael said now just made him remember some shits about his teen years.
• Owning up to his mistakes is never what he'll do. Never! Seriously? Michael’s telling him to own…up to some shitty mistakes? Like hell he’ll.
• “Dude c'mon. You pushed her down and I sure as hell know that was when she lost the I.D.” Michael parroted his words over again but Aiden was strong-headed, he doesn’t want to accept he did that.
• One thing about Aiden is that he hates someone telling him he made a mistake. Nah. He feels he's always right and others are wrong. He might be outgoing but he’s quite prideful. Very prideful.
• And right now, that mountain of pride couldn’t pave way for his friend’s words to sink down.
• “Now, you’re wrong there. She bumped into me and still I went as far as to say sorry. C'mon bro! I ain’t gonna return that shit to the strange, pathetic girl. You think she didn’t drop it on purpose?” Aiden blurted, pulling his wine glass up, he flushed the whole content down his throat.
• Belching mildly, he stared up at Michael whose teeth is now gnashed together, bones poking through the skin of his cheeks. Michael don’t understand why the sex gods, Aiden in particular, is always strong-headed. Always full of himself. The hell. Thinking about that, Michael balled his hands into fist on the table.
• “You ain’t gonna punch me, are you?” Aiden teased.
• The waitress came over to their table to clear their empty crockery and Aiden stealthily studied the waitress’s ass. The girl gave him the look, biting her lower lip. It’s as if she’s trying to recollect from whence she knew Aiden.
• Aiden gave her a naughty grin. This is one of his favorite. Giving girl looks that will have them melting to their knees and begging to taste his cock. Michael waited until the drooling waitress finished gathering the crockery and walked away.
• Now facing Aiden again, he started. “I know she didn’t do it on purpose, man. You should return it to her. Call her and return it. That’s all.”
• Scowling, Aiden stood no his feet. Well, the thing is the waitress ass he just saw has his cock twitching. Knowing that Lisa might be waiting for him, he effortlessly straightened his shirt and buckled his belt, leaving Michel to rattle on.
• “Man, you don’t know what these desperate chicks in Sin city can do. She wants to meet me in person and I’m not falling for that shit. I can’t. I doubt she’s even my type…”
• “Who's talking about she being your type here? What you just have to do is call her and meet somewhere and hand her, her ID.” Michael said, intercepting Aiden.
• He knew Aiden never misses a chance to fuck a pussy. Never. Not him and not Alex.
• “Then why disturb me? Why don’t you return it to her since you’re the good soul here?”
• Michael’s jaw twitched at Aiden’s comment but Aiden already started walking to the exit.
• Springing up from the seat, Michael marched in Aiden’s tow, saying quickly, breathlessly. “Because you’re the one that bumped into her, made her fall and crash her ass on the tiled floor, man!”
• Spinning, Aiden offered a laugh. He loves just the way Mike describes the whole shit now, especially the “ass" part.
• “Didn’t touch her ass, man.” He still laughed as he pushed the door open and filed outside into the starry night and buzzing streets of Sin city.
• Aiden rounded his car with Mike hot on his toes, spitting reason why Aiden should take the I.D to the strange girl and facts that made him the wrong person. Aiden already flutter the driver’s side of his car open when he heard someone calling out to him.
• Twirling around, he sighted the hot waitress advancing towards them. Seizing that rare, God given opportunity, Mike stealthily slip the ID inside Aiden’s car console.
• And stood up to watch the drooling girl chit chat with Aiden. Aiden hasn’t stop being women’s sexual fantasy. Michael said under his breath as he watched the dark haired waitress fawning and speaking to Aiden.
• “Omigod. I just remembered from whence I know you, sir.” The waitress twirled with her dark hair. “I'm a fan of yours. I watch your porn videos all the time.” She said, making Aiden chuckle. His pride doubling. He risked a glance at Mike and saw the scowl he held on his face.
• Mike always does that shit, though. Scowling when young ladies and mamas swoon over the sex gods. Though, the girl might he mistaking Aiden to Alex, given their identical looks.
• “I’d love to have your autograph, sir.” She managed to say and with all pleasure, Aiden dunk his hand in his pocket and grabbed a hold of his marker. Taking it out and flipping the lid away, he asked.
• “Where would you like it signed?” He quirked his brows.
• “Don’t know if it’s cool. It’s somewhere private, though. Can you do it in your car?” The waitress asked.
• With all pleasure, Aiden nodded and they both slipped into his car. Just then, the girl undoes her buttons and shoves out her right tit.
• Aiden’s cock twitches again at the sight of the puffy, dark pink nipple. Gaining some semblance of control, he grabbed the tit, his palm grazing across her areola as he signs his autograph on the girl’s mound.
• When he was done, he nodded and she thanked him. Though not without taking a picture with him. After she walked away with her jiggling ass, Mike slipped his head inside and said. “Damn. You get to touch different tits all the damn time.”
• “Of course. Just one of the pros of being a hot porn star.” Aiden boasted. Amid all, Mike’s happy he successfully put the I.D into his car. Knowing, Aiden he'll cave when he sees that and resigns into giving it to the said girl, who he assumes is not his type.
• Bringing his engine alive, Aiden sputtered. “Gotta go man. Return the shit to the girl yourself.” He smirked.
• Only if he knows. Mike internally mocked as Aiden pulled away from the restaurant, firing down the buzzing road, the skimpy dressed ladies on the road, luring his attention.