23.5
Adriano
“You went to Nathaniel’s ranch with Georgina Aschberg and you didn’t even tell me?” Annie squeals. I hold the phone away from me because she’s so loud.
“I didn’t tell you because it wasn’t a big deal,” I lie. It was a very big deal. “It was this charity thing and - ”
“I’m a poly-sci major, Nathaniel! You hung out with the daughter of the President and that’s not a big deal to you?”
“Say something,” I mouth, glaring at Nathaniel and pointing toward the phone.
Nathaniel shrugs. “We didn’t really hang out with her that much.”
Technically, that’s true. We didn’t hang-out at the ranch as much as we did fuck her. And cuddle with her. And fuck her some more.
And then we came back to the “real world”, back to our regular lives in Denver, back to Nathaniel’s new neighborhood and the place where Georgina Aschberg is his next-door neighbor. The same neighbor we can’t seem to stop “meeting with” at our house or hers - that's the obviously bullshit excuse she gives her security detail. The same neighbor that I fucked while she was on the phone with the First Lady.
We definitely didn’t just “hang out” with her.
“So are you friends, then?” Annie asks.
Nathaniel and I are silent for a moment too long. What the hell are we? “Yeah, I guess,” I say, trying to sound casual. Except we’re not just friends.
I don't want to let this girl out of our bed. Even more, I’m starting to really like having her around. That’s something I’ve never been able to say about a woman before.
“We hardly know her,” Nathaniel says. “Sorry to disappoint you.”
“I mean, she’s Nathaniel’s neighbor, so really that’s all- ”
“She’s your neighbor?” Annie asks. “You guys don’t tell me anything. Oh my God, you should ask her to come to the Fourth of July celebration!”
“Banana, that’s not happening,” I start before Nathaniel chimes in.
“Georgina isn’t going to want to come to West Bend for the Fourth of July,” Nathaniel says firmly.
“Why not?” Annie asks. “Wait. You call her Georgina?”
“That’s her name,” Nathaniel answers. "What else am I supposed to call her? Her Royal Highness? She's a regular person, Annie."
“She’s also the President’s daughter,” I say. “I’m sure she goes to the White House for the Fourth of July.”
“Well maybe if you asked her… ” Annie suggests.
“Didn’t you just hear us say we’re not friends with her? We’re acquaintances.”
Acquaintances. I’m the biggest fucking liar in the world.
“We barely know her,” Nathaniel chimes in again.
We’re both liars - the worst liars ever.
Annie sighs heavily. “Fine. But both of you are going to come, right? It’s my going-away dinner, too, remember?”
“Obviously, we’re not going to miss it. What kind of big brother would I be if I missed that?”
“You better not, A-hole. Because I’m GOING TO EUROPE!” She screams the last part, her voice echoing through the entire downstairs.
“Thanks for blowing out my eardrums, Banannie.”
“Anytime.”
After I hang up the phone, I look at Nathaniel. “I’m sure Georgina goes to the White House for July Fourth.”
He shrugs. “Annie has a point. We could ask her.”
“And what, bring her to West Bend? 'Hey mom, this is the girl that Adriano and I are fucking in his house at the same time. We thought you might want to meet her.'"
Nathaniel rolls his eyes. “That’s not exactly what I was picturing.”
“It’s West Bend. No one can keep a damn secret in that town and all three of us need to keep this a secret. Hell, you’re in the middle of negotiations. If anything like this came out, it would ruin us. More importantly, it would ruin her."
“We’re neighbors,” Nathaniel reminds me, distracted by whatever he’s reading on his tablet. “There’s no reason to pretend we don’t know her. I’m sure she could come up with a cover story if she wanted to come to West Bend. Shit, I’m sure we could come up with a cover story.”
“You just don’t want to be away from her for four days,” I realize. Fuck, I’m not sure I want to be away from her that long. Since we hooked up the first time, we've seen Georgina every day. I’ve spent more time with her and Nathaniel in the past few weeks than I’ve spent with anyone else in the past year.
The weird thing is, I'm not sick of it at all. Usually, I can't stand to listen to a word that comes out of the mouths of the girls I hook up with. But Georgina? Hell, it's all I want to do.
Nathaniel exhales heavily. “Fine. I admit it. I don’t want to be away from her for days while we’re in West Bend. Do you? She’s been in our bed non-stop since the camping trip.”
“Fourth of July is weeks away,” I say. “She’s going to be in our bed nonstop until then. And you still haven’t told her about the thing that might take you away from her permanently. When are you going to tell her you’re looking at offers outside of Colorado?”
A flicker of annoyance crosses over Nathaniel’s face. “Nothing's certain,” he grumbles. “So I’ll tell her when it comes up.”
I shake my head. “It’s dishonest.”
“She's never asked, and it's not like it's a big secret. It's all over the media. You’re only concerned about my honesty, right?” Nathaniel asks. “Your concern wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that you might want Georgina all to yourself, would it?”
Nathaniel stomps off to the gym without another word, the way he always does when he’s really upset. But he knows I'm right. He knows that he should tell her.
Shit, I’m actually not even trying to get Georgina all to myself. I've gotten used to the three of us being together. We've settled into a familiar rhythm. Sure, being with her the other day when we were alone was hot as hell, but being with her after Nathaniel had fucked her was even hotter.
It’s not just the screwing, though. It’s having her around here - laughing, stretched out casually across both of us after she’s come three times, her face lighting up as she tells us a story about the kids she’s worked with through her charities. It’s the way she breathes at night when she’s asleep, this little almost-snore she makes that’s so damn cute.
I think I might finally understand the term “pussy-whipped”. Yesterday, an ex-hook-up texted me a shot of her boobs and I replied to tell her I was off the market. The idea of me, Adriano Jackson, being off the market is ridiculous. But it was the only thing I wanted to say.
The thought of Georgina's mother setting her up with some asshole in a suit makes me want to throttle him with my bare hands. All I know is that I want Georgina to be ours - mine and Nathaniel's. I want her in our bed and I don't want to let her go.
