Smilie254 Presents: Gentlemen's Guide To Wingmen!

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Hello everyone, and welcome to my post! I'd like to thank you all for being here, and I'd especially like to thank KellyAnneBlount for so graciously accepting me into the party this year!

Some of you may know me from my book, Something Real, which follows Scarlett Blaine in her attempts to not fall in love with her step brother (cliche yes, but hopefully a good read!).

Since starting that book in September of 2016, I quickly fell in love with the characters and felt that a certain group featured in Something Real deserved to have their story told. This is just a sneak peek at the book coming later on this year, but I do hope you all enjoy the first FULL LENGTH chapter of Gentlemen's Guide!

Without further ado, I present - Gentlemen's Guide To Wingmen!

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Axel Reynolds

One thing was for certain - I was the only one with a brain in this place. Usually, that was my number one rule: go after someone with half a brain. But tonight, I wasn't having it.

The image of Eddy dry humping this girl would be forever seared into my long-term memory, and in all honesty, it was making me sick. That was the opposite of how I wanted to feel tonight. "Why did you drag me here?" My voice poured out as smooth as the whiskey we were drinking before I glanced over my shoulder. My eyes stopped as I caught sight of the blonde bimbo that was practically popping out of her top. "And who might this be?"

He rolled his eyes before shoving his strangely damp hand into my cheek lazily. "Shut up." His words all blurring into one as he then returns to the barely dressed girl sitting on his lap.

It was the maid of honor, no less.

Picking up a napkin, I wiped off my cheek, allowing for the smell to help me conclude that it was vodka he had dashed on my skin. Eddy was covered in vodka.

"Ed," I laughed. "Let's bounce. There isn't one girl in here I would even consider."

Eddy hissed out a slur of rancid words, ones that I couldn't make out. But Eddy was barely worth my time in the state he was in. He was hammered beyond belief.

I needed a wingman, not a drunkard looking to hook up with some prostitute.

He barely deserved the time I had given him already, so with a shake of the head, I stood up from the seat and took one last look at the place.

The women were hot, I would give them that. But none, not one, had any class whatsoever. They all looked to be self-loathing, craving confidence, and oozing pity from every end. I wasn't up for that kind of grunge match tonight. I wanted something simple, a girl who was merely having an off night emotionally and an on night physically if you know what I mean. Maybe even one who was hoping to get back at an ex, or one that was up to her knees in daddy issues. Not this zoo of a wedding reception.


The sight of the groom making his way over gave me a shiver of utter disgust down my spine, and that doesn't happen often. The way he walked, the manner of his speaking, even the way he had his salt and pepper hair slicked back gave me the feel of a man diving head-first into a midlife crisis. The whole silver fox act wouldn't hold up forever.

Especially considering the way I knew the bride.

"Son, make yourself useful. There's a bar down the street, and we're running low on liquid courage."

I shoved the two separate hundred dollar bills back into the palm of his hand without skipping a beat. "I know you've missed a few flights back to New York lately, but it doesn't take a genius to realize there's not a decent bar within a five- mile radius of this place." I gave him a look just as his words finally registered with me. "You want me to hit up the strip club for stray booze."

His smile was condescending at best, "I'm a married man now. I can't be seen at a place like that."

"Hasn't stopped you before."

He looked to be holding back some snide remark, one that I'm sure he intended to do more harm than good. But at the end of the day, it wasn't anything I hadn't heard before.

I was a failure in his eyes. That much was apparent without words.

"I'll be back." The sentence seemed to satisfy him for the moment, for the man standing before me turned on his lifted shoes and made his way back to his new bride.

Luckily enough for me, a strip club was exactly the kind of place I needed to be in right now; and it wasn't like anyone would miss me if I slipped out for a quicky in the women's bathroom.


The only redeemable quality to this place was how well the bar seemed to be stocked. They were catering to their target audience without waiting for some perv to lodge a complaint.

"How much does two hundred buy?" I called across the bar, squeezing my way in between two fairly large gentlemen, who, quite literally, didn't have a shot with anyone in this place.

The waitress shrugged her scantily clad shoulders before tossing a look down at a paper sitting on the counter. "Really anything you want." She spoke honestly.

I appreciated that quality in her. "How about, five bottles of whiskey, seven of vodka, and-," I trailed off as something, or rather someone, caught my eye. "Another round for that lovely lady sitting at the end of the bar."

Flashing her a winning smile and getting a short giggle in return, I left the cute brunette without giving it a second thought.

I had my eyes on the gorgeous girl biding her time in one of the sleaziest places in NYC.

She perked up the instant I took the empty seat, our thighs brushing against one another for no more than a second. I could practically feel the electricity shooting up my body from her touch; that was always a good sign.

"What are you drinking?" My voice was louder than it had been the entire night as I made my first move. The music was shaking the already unstable ground we stood on, and I knew the lovely redhead sitting next to me was having trouble making out my words.

Her eyelashes fluttered in confusion as her hazel eyes scanned my lips, recognition running over her face thereafter.

"Nothing," she mumbled, pushing her drink off to the side.

She rose a single eyebrow at me in question as I waved the stunning brunette barkeep back over. "I beg to differ."

As if on cue, our bartender Sarah set what seemed to be a vodka soda down on the bar in front of my new shy conquest.

"I'm really not in the mood," She smiled politely at me, turning her attention back to the bartender. "I don't need it, Sar."

"Just one drink, and I'll be out of your hair." I held up my hands in surrender. "I've got somewhere else to be, anyway."

"So a strip club on a Tuesday isn't your usual hang?"

"Not this one," I joked. "I'm actually the best man at a wedding tonight."

She frowned, resting her left elbow back on the bar as she leaned forward, drawn in by my story. "How'd you end up here?"

"The shit hotel he booked ran out of alcohol." She laughed with that. "They apparently weren't planning on hosting such an illustrious shindig."

She bit her lip her supple bottom red lip to keep from laughing once again, but the inexcusable hand now resting on my knee was what let me know that she was suddenly enjoying my company.

"What about you?" I asked, picking up her drink from behind the bar and pushing it closer to her. "What brought you here on a Tuesday?"

Her cheeks flushed with her embarrassment as her pinned hair fell out from behind her ear. Taking yet another chance, I reached out and gently set her hair back into place.

Her skin grew hot wherever my fingertips ghosted against it, and I knew by the now darkened look in her eyes that she felt what I had been feeling from the first moment I saw her.

"Should we take this somewhere more private?" I hushed.

And that was when I blew it big time.

The repulse now cascading across her alluring features hit me like a ton of bricks, "excuse me?'

I shook my head, pulling myself back to give her a bit more space. "I didn't mean-"

"Oh sure," she laughed. "You and I both know what you meant. You thought you could just waltz in here and hook up with me, right? You thought wrong."

"Your order is ready," our peppy young waitress announced from behind the bar.

"Give me a minute," I said, giving her a glare before she scurried off in the opposite direction.

"Just go."

"I didn't mean it like that," I urged a second time. "I like you. I can barely hear you in here. I thought maybe you'd want to come back to the wedding party and talk a little more."

She rolled her eyes at me, and even if I hated to admit it, she was onto me. There was no spinning this.

I messed up.

"Why don't you call me when you grow up a little." Her sickly sweet smile sent another shock down my spine, but this time, I didn't feel scared. I felt utterly attracted to her in every way.

"Come on," I tried, watching as she dashed around the bar and walked out into the night.

This would be a great story if I actually had any friends to tell it to.

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What did you think? Would you like to see more from Axel and Josie's story? If so, this book will be hitting Wattpad sometime in 2018, and until then, check out Something Real to read Scarlett and Hayden's story!

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