Chapter 25

Hazz's POV

If Edgar hadn't called for me, I would probably have dropped everything to stay in the middle of the track talking to Jessy. She looked beautiful that night. She wore pants and a short blouse, but she looked beautiful. The face made up "even if it was just a lipstick and maybe blush", and the hair drained like a cloak on his back. Speaking of the back... When I turned to keep going towards the bar and glimpsed her back... that round and prancing ass, in that heart shape that I wanted so much... I almost threw all the reins to hell. The woman was a spectacle. There was no way to deny that. She looked like a work of art. It was wonderful.

"Hey, Romeo" called Edgar, laughing at my face. "Are you going to drooling on customers or are you going to give me this bag of ice?”

It wasn't even a bag of ice anymore. I had held that for so long and with my body so warmed with shame and desire to be with Jessy, that he was nothing more than bagged water. Even so, auto