Disowned
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 19
Joshua
Damn. You look awesome, sexy monster.
I combed my thick dark hair back with my fingers, making sure no strand was out of place. I ignored the other guys coming in and out of the restroom and glancing at me. They were just jealous or dazzled by my athletic body. I was out in public, and what mattered right now was that my hair looked perfect.
Nice ass, man. I looked at a guy drying his hands. Our eyes met through the mirror, and I flashed my sexiest grin. The guy smiled at me but left.
When I had finished my hair, I opened the top button of my shirt and rolled up the sleeves. I held the door for a guy coming in, silently criticizing the way his shirt fit him. Or actually, how it didn't fit. Some people just didn't know how to dress.
I headed to the lobby, letting the ever-present scent of buttery popcorn carry me over to the concession stand. As I approached the counter, I checked the time. The previews were about to start so I chose the same as I always did when I came to see a movie.
"A large popcorn and two cokes," I told the cashier, a good-looking guy with a full head of dark, shiny hair.
I gave him a smile and watched his long fingers tap the order into the register.
"Anything else?" he asked, shifting his eyes back and forth between my eyes.
"Your phone number."
He blushed and pressed something on the register, obviously a wrong button, as the machine started to print out a receipt. Without saying a word, he leaned closer to the screen and tried to figure out how to cancel the payment. I found his nervous movements funny when he finally got to the point that he could enter the order again.
"It's fifteen dollars and seventy cents," he said.
I handed him a twenty-dollar bill.
"Keep the change."
"Um, enjoy the movie," he said.
"I will. And even more, I'll enjoy my company."
I went inside the theater. As I walked down the hallway, the lights dimmed. I picked up the pace and followed the guide lights on the stairs, looking for the row. Accompanied by a pleasant lightness in my chest, a broad smile grew on my face. I had completed the first step of the plan.
The seat was in the middle of the row, in the best place. I tiptoed past the people sitting there, making sure the cute ones got a look at my butt. Probably most of the guys didn't take a look, but it was their loss. Besides, I already had everything I wanted.
Finally, I reached the one empty seat in the row, proud of myself for not spilling the drinks. I let my breath out and handed over the other coke.
"A movie," I whispered, leaning over, "is not a movie without popcorn."
"You're definitely right."
Javier dipped his hand in the massive popcorn box I was holding in my lap.
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