The Irresistible Bundle (95 page)

Song List

Paris (ooh la la)
by Grace Potter and the Nocturnals

Radioactive
by Imagine Dragons

Acapella
by Karmin

Sail
by AWOLNATION

Come & Get It
by Selena Gomez

Unthinkable
by Alicia Keys

S&M
by Rihanna

Don't Let Go
by En Vogue

Too Many Fish
by Karmin

Locked Out of Heaven
by Bruno Mars

Milkshake
by Kelis

So What
by Pink

Lips of an Angel
by Hinder

Falling Slowly
by Kris Allen

In Case
by Demi Lovato

Wrecking Ball
by Miley Cyrus

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy
by Big & Rich

Everything I Want
by Steve Rushton

Loser like Me
by Glee

Thriller
by Michael Jackson

I Kissed a Girl
by Katy Perry

When I was Your Man
by Bruno Mars (Boyce Avenue ft. Fifth Harmony rendition)

Love Somebody
by Maroon 5

Breakeven
by The Script

Little Things
by One Direction

Stereo Hearts
by Gym Class Heroes

Bless the Broken Road
by Rascal Flatts

Crazier
by Taylor Swift

(An
Irresistible
Novella, 2.5)

By: Senayda Pierre

IRREVOCABLY CHANGED

There are certain people in life that irrevocably change your world, your views, your everything... They bring light to darkness. They emit warmth even in the coldest of times. They nurture your soul and feed your hunger. They're everything you admire in a person and want for yourself. I'm not really one of those people but my best friend is...

Valentino DeLuca is a fine-ass motherfucker. I know... I'm his best friend therefore I'm biased but it only takes one glimpse at him before you'll agree. Maybe it's his dark hair that curls at the ends when it's wet; maybe it's his smoldering eyes that sear through everyone and everything; or perhaps it's his solid frame and tanned skin that enraptures you. If a stunning Italian stud isn't your thing, no worries; I'll consider you blind and not functioning on all cylinders.

But I know it'll only take a few minutes of being in his presence before your mindset changes. Forget the way his eyes shine when he's happy. Ignore the smile that takes your breath away. Fight off the explosive goose bumps when he laughs. Aside from all that you'll quickly discover that Valentino isn't some good-looking, arrogant asshole. The tingles begin the moment you lock eyes on him and your brain devours every succulent inch of his body while processing what a magnificent human being he is. He's kind, loyal, and fierce. Valentino is the flame while everyone else is the moth. The pull is automatic; the need to be in his presence overwhelming.

I met Valentino freshman year in college. We stayed in the same residence hall and ran into each other frequently. I'll be the first to admit that he barely spoke to me while I valiantly tried everything to become his friend. We didn't have any classes together that first semester and we weren't sharing a room. If not for my continual persistence I'm not really sure what would've happened our sophomore year. Luckily for me, I'm tenacious. I silently stalked Valentino for several weeks learning his routines and likes. It warmed me through and through to see we shared similar tastes in so many things.

I'm a people's person. I make friends easily. I like being the center of attention. So it didn't take much to befriend the right people and finally get introduced to him. Although we were both freshman Valentino had a quiet presence that enamored others. They wanted to be friends and lovers with him. Girls flocked to his side while guys tried to be his wingman. I wasn't sure what I wanted. All I knew was that Valentino caused me to feel things that I'd always been able to ignore. He moved me in a way that left me lost, adrift, in his ocean. I learned a lot about myself my freshman year of college. I gave into my physical needs and nurtured my emotional ones through indirect sources.

College was a time of exploration. I changed my major several times before finally committing. And yes, Valentino helped with that decision. I partied hard. Fraternity and Sorority houses gave us personal invites. I dated plenty of people - both guys and girls. Didn't really prefer one over the other; I love soft curves as much as I love a hard body. Sometimes I want to be ridden in front while other times I want to be taken from the back. It all really depends on my mood. Can't get the entire package from one sex so I have to bounce between both...

Regardless of who I dated, Valentino always stuck by me. It was one of those things I also learned about during college. People, in general, are assholes. I've met some of the most ignorant, homophobic SOBs. Just cause I like dick doesn't mean I want yours. Just cause I like pussy doesn't mean I'm going to bury myself in every one that offers it. Same. Fucking. Difference.

Valentino was my constant. He was my best friend, study partner, and wingman. It didn't happen overnight. It took weeks of casual run-ins, playing on the same intramural teams, and hanging out at the same parties before we became friends. But it didn't take long after that to completely embed myself into his life...

~

Four years can seem like an eternity yet can pass in a blink of an eye. Time meant nothing as long as I had my best friend beside me. I ignored the aching feeling anytime he dated someone new. I placated the constant yearning by looking for someone else. It didn't have the same effect; it didn't tamper the longing I felt for that one specific person. Dating someone new just provided a temporary distraction. It bought me time, allowing me to figure out what I was going to do with the ever-growing feelings I had for Valentino. Because the fact of the matter was this — I'd fallen in love with my best friend and I couldn't do a damn thing about it. I helplessly watched as we went to parties and clubs while girls swarmed him.

Our college years passed in a blur of studies, parties, and relationships. Valentino never got too serious with anyone and I tried to decide if I preferred women over men, or vice versa. My inner subconscious screamed that I was being stupid trying to choose one over the other. So, I tried my hand at dating both sexes - at the same time... The fatal flaw in my reasoning was the fact that I tried to hide it from them. I didn't want the drama and theatrics involved with balancing two lovers at the same time that knew of each other. Ironically it was my male lover at that time that was possessive and jealous while the female was open and affectionate. It might've worked if I'd made full disclosure at the time of dating them both but I hadn't and I didn't. Instead I seesawed between both while Valentino frowned at my dishonesty. It was only a matter of time before they found out about each other and everything blew up. I was given an ultimatum to choose between them and I'd chosen to walk away from both. It was the first and last time I'd tried something like that. I preferred non-exclusive relationships and casual dating. Truth-be-told I was saving myself for the day Valentino finally noticed me as something more than just his closest friend. That day wouldn't come for another four years.

THREE'S A CROWD

Partnering with Valentino is one of the best decisions I've ever made. I was able to apply everything I'd learned in college while managing the clubs he acquired. Nothing compares to taking an unsuccessful business and molding it into a profitable investment. Valentino involved me in every aspect of the club business from the acquisition to overseeing operations on a daily basis. I was living a dream job alongside my best friend. Although Valentino technically was the owner, staff deferred to either of us for any and all decisions and issues.

Fuck it feels great to be a part of something of this magnitude. Our clubs are expanding and growing in reputation and popularity. Women and men flock from all over to attend exclusive events. We never lack attention or much else. I don't hide my bisexual preferences in public. The staff knows and so do the patrons. Several guys have tried to convince Valentino to give them a try but he's never budged. I've had to throw out a few overeager asshats.

As patient and understanding as I've pretended to be I needed to know if Valentino felt anything more towards me outside of our platonic friendship. I love sex; that connection, that release, that euphoria one feels before, during, and after it.

Valentino loves sex just as much as I do. The man is insatiable and a fucking exhibitionist. Because of my bisexual preference I tend to stay low-key but not V. By the time we graduated college I'd lost count of the number of times I'd found him fucking some random chick against a wall, in a dressing room, in or on a car, etc. Valentino got so accustomed to my presence that he didn't stop, if anything it made him go harder and faster and fuck if that wasn't hot as hell to watch. If I hadn't been afraid of his reaction I would've beat off while watching.

"Red-head, two o'clock" his raspy voice makes my dick jerk every time. Instinct has me wanting to turn and face him but I fight against the impulse. Instead I move my eyes trying to see who he's referring to. We prefer dark-haired beauties, and I say "we" because our tastes in women are practically the same. Luckily we've had enough of a selection to not double dip, although I wouldn't mind.

"Didn't you take her home a while ago?" V asks as if I'd acknowledged who he's talking about. My eyes land on the red-head and sure enough she's the same hot piece of ass I'd taken home last weekend. Apparently my lack of calling her back wasn't enough of a deterrent.

"Yeah I did" I take a sip of my bottled water trying to act indifferent to her heated stare. "She was a decent lay... have at it."

Valentino's raised brows and mischievous smile make me laugh. He's fighting two opposing reactions making his face absolutely comical. We know he doesn't need my permission to fuck anyone but we don't usually share women. Ginger over there is eye-fucking both of us and I don't think she cares who approaches her first; as long as it's me or him.

"Thanks for your permission" Valentino drawls. He looks between Ginger and me. Indecision flitters across his face like he's trying to decide if he wants to be the gentleman or the Neanderthal for the night.

V doesn't have to decide anything because at that same moment Ginger sashays over to us like we're a done deal. I smirk at Valentino wondering what the hell she plans to say to us. She has a tight body and a nice face, just wish she had bigger tits.

"Marco" she purrs. Fuck she remembers. I would've responded with her name if I recalled it; I'm not sure she'd appreciate me calling her "Ginger".

"Hey" slipped out before I could think of anything else. V sips his drink trying to cover up the fact that the ass is laughing at me. We both know I can't recall her name for shit.

"Let's skip over the niceties" she continues nonplussed by my forgetfulness. "I've wanted to have a threesome with the two of you for weeks now and I think it's time to fulfill that wish between us."

My jaw drops to the ground while Valentino's eyes light up like a fucking Christmas tree. She has no filter and apparently no shame in asking for what she wants. I've been in a threesome a few years back but it was with two girls. My eyes flickered to Valentino praying that he's at least entertaining the idea. I've seen V naked countless times and have watched him have sex enough to know his tells right before he's about to come.

But to be there with him?? To be a part of the reason he's about to come... Fuck, I can't hide my raging hard-on at that idea.

"Marco's on board" she coos trying to caress my dick in front of everyone. I turn my hip in time before she strokes me in public. I don't care if she was a decent lay or not. I didn't give her permission to touch me.

"If we do this it'll be on our terms and with discretion" Valentino growls. His eyes narrowed at her like he's offended on my behalf. Warmth floods through me at both thoughts; V's entertaining this and he doesn't approve of her treating me like a piece of meat.

"Done" she vibrates with excitement. I hold my breath equally excited but for completely different reasons. I actually don't give a shit who the third person is as long as Valentino completes the trio. I'd prayed for something like this to happen during college but hadn't found the right person to bring it up with and V hadn't exactly been offering. I had every intention of making sure he enjoyed himself. I didn't want this to be the one and only time.