Sinful Chocolate. Adrianne Byrd

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      Charlie moved forward, taken aback by the decorative dessert. Each layer showcased multiple ribbons of dark and white chocolate. On top, the ribbons looked more like a gigantic Christmas bow with the number thirty-four sparkling in the center.

      Impressed and touched by the gesture, Charlie blushed like a prepubescent teenager until his friends finally ended their song and erupted into a thunderous applause.

      “Thank you, guys. Thanks. You’re the best.”

      “Are you just going to stare at it all night, or are you going to make a wish and blow out the candles?”

      Charlie turned to his right and beamed a smile toward his best friend and fraternity brother Derrick Knight and his wife Isabella. “Hold your horses, man. Can’t a brother just enjoy the moment?”

      The guests laughed heartily.

      Derrick rolled his eyes, but his smile remained as wide as Charlie’s.

      To his left, his other three Kappa Psi Kappa brothers cut in, “C’mon man. Make a wish.”

      “Yeah. You’re holding up the music,” Taariq added.

      Make a wish. Wouldn’t it be great if he could fix his mounting problems by simply making a wish? Feeling the weight of everyone’s stare, Charlie played the good sport by closing his eyes, leaning forward and finally blowing out the candles.

      Another round of thunderous applause ensued and a second later, Rick Ross poured out of his surround-sound speakers, and most of the crowd paired off to get their grooves on. The rest of them crowded around Charlie and pounded his back in congratulations. It felt like most of the guys were trying to break his spine in half.

      Before Charlie could ask his Kappa brothers how they’d managed to plan this whole thing without him catching wind of it, Hylan moved up behind him and jammed him into a headlock and razed the top of his head with his knuckles.

      “Hey, old man. What did ya wish for?”

      Charlie chuckled despite his inability to breathe.

      “He can’t tell you that,” Isabella said, coming to his defense. “If he tells, then it won’t come true.”

      Hylan grunted, but released Charlie before he passed out.

      In retaliation, Charlie popped Hylan on the back of the head, and then the two raised their dukes as if they were really considering squaring off for a fight.

      Taariq rolled his eyes and sucked his teeth. “You two cut it out.”

      Still smiling, Hylan and Charlie dropped their fists and instead gave each other a shoulder bump.

      “Happy birthday, man,” Hylan said. “You’re…” Their conversation trailed off when a Halle Berry look-alike strolled past laughing and shaking her romp to the hard bass pounding all around them. “Excuse me, fellahs,” Hylan said, adjusting an invisible tie. “But booty calls.”

      Charlie and the gang laughed as Hylan strolled off in a George Jefferson-imitation strut.

      “A steak dinner says he’ll strike out,” Charlie said, sliding a hand into his pocket and rocking back on his heels.

      Taariq frowned. “You know her?”

      Charlie nodded. “Yvette. I tried to hook up with her a couple of years ago, but her girlfriend, if you know what I mean, nearly took me out.”

      The fraternity brothers chuckled then swung their heads back in Hylan’s direction to watch in giddy anticipation of his crash and burn.

      Yvette beamed a beautiful smile at Hylan and even fluttered a hand across her heart.

      Taariq leaned toward Charlie when Hylan’s mack game seemed to be working. “Maybe she’s swung back to our side of the fence,” he whispered.

      “Oh ye of little faith.” Charlie smirked. “Three, two, one.”

      Right on time, a three-foot-eleven woman rushed onto the scene and managed to work her way in between Hylan and Yvette.

      Isabella gasped. “That’s her girlfriend?”

      Hylan stared down at the small woman in open confusion…right up until the time the woman dealt a deadly left hook into the family jewels.

      “Ooooh.” Charlie and the Kappa boys cringed and covered their own packages in union as they watched their brother double over in pain.

      The angry little woman snatched her girlfriend’s hand, and together they marched off into the dancing crowd.

      Isabella couldn’t help but join in. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like that in my entire life.”

      “Been there, done that.” Charlie shook his head. “I wore a cup to the clubs for a full year after Mighty Mouse dealt me the same blow.”

      Taariq, Derrick and Isabella laughed.

      A crouched Hylan returned to their intimate circle in defeat.

      “So how did it go?” Derrick baited, wrapping an arm around his wife. “Get the digits?”

      “I don’t think she’s my type,” Hylan croaked. “Damn. Is it just me, or is the room spinning?”

      “It’s just you,” the gang responded and then burst out laughing again.

      Still chuckling, Charlie gave a quick scan of the room to survey the selection of beauties his buddies had rounded up for the evening. If anyone knew his type it would be his Kappa brothers.

      After a week of battling to keep his company, Masters Holdings, from plunging into bankruptcy, Charlie needed a distraction. Burying himself into something along the lines of five-foot-nine with a lot of curves was right up his alley. The thicker the better.

      Judging by the number of female gazes that drifted his way, Charlie was going to have a good night. A very good night.

      Taariq threw the best damn parties in Atlanta, and it was clear he’d spared no expense for Charlie’s thirty-fourth birthday bash. Actually, calling them merely women was a serious disservice. They were more like works of art.

      “I know that look.” Taariq laughed, swinging another hard pound against Charlie’s back. “I guess that means we can give you our gifts early.”

      Frowning, Charlie faced the group again. In sync, they each rolled out a sleeve of gold-packaged condoms.

      Isabella couldn’t stop herself from giggling.

      “Try not to use them all in one night,” Derrick chuckled.

      “Funny.” Charlie rolled his eyes when the gang draped the condoms around his neck like Mardi Gras beads.

      “You know I’ve been waiting hours so I can have a slice of this cake,” Isabella said, drawing his СКАЧАТЬ