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For all the girls whose daddies broke their hearts before any boy ever had a chance to…
“Because you’re an octopus.” He said it conversationally. Like I wasn’t running, and he wasn’t chasing me. “Exceptionally smart. Hands everywhere. And venomous. Plus, female octopuses hurl shells at males that harass them.”
Zach Sun: The one where 90% of attendees were on Social Security? Ollie vB: No one gives a hummer like a gummer. Romeo Costa left the chat. Zach Sun left the chat. Ollie vB renamed the chat Social Security Administration.
Ollie moseyed in from the bathroom, stark naked, swinging his dick in the air. That thing was longer than a lemur’s tail. I hoped he taped it to the side of his thigh on dates. His entire existence was one big sexual harassment.
“She got into so much trouble growing up. Can you believe they kicked her out of private school at sixteen? She gave away the morning-after pill to students who needed them. For free.” And I’d do it all over again. Fuck the patriarchy.
“Everything is legal when you know the right people.” Something deliciously dark gleamed in his eyes. “Laws are for people like you. Lawyers are for people like me.”
“Maybe I don’t have a soul, either.” Are you really talking to Zachary Sun about souls right now? What is wrong with you? The answer, of course, was a lot. A whole bunch, in fact. But every minute we spoke was a minute he didn’t stab me. Yeah. That’s why, Fae. Keep telling yourself that.
This man’s brand of fucked up made Michael Myers resemble a Teletubby. A psychology thesis could be written on how well he managed to hide it with ethereal looks and flawless manners.
Our eyes locked. I couldn’t stare this man down without my body humming the angry beat of a heavy metal song. Being in constant forced proximity to him would be a problem. My body ran too hot near this man.
Ollie vB: Ah. Boomers. The last great generation. Horny, experienced, and incapable of working an iPhone camera.
“You are mine now, Farrow. To protect, to corrupt, to ruin. I won’t let anyone treat you badly. Least of all Brett.” A hard swallow traveled down her throat. “What do you want in return?” Everything, I thought. I want everything you have to give and beyond. Every inch of you. Every smile. Every laugh. Every breath. Every touch. For the first time in my life, I craved more than just existing. I wanted to truly let myself feel.
“Zach…” It came out louder yet quiet—her voice just behind the door now. “Do you think of me as the sun?” No. You’re the entire fucking universe. And I hate that most about you.
Romeo Costa: Dallas and Frankie took Farrow out for a birthday celebration. Ollie vB: Wow. Okay. Ollie vB: Not going to pretend not to be hurt by the lack of requests for me to be the stripper jumping out of the cake. Zach Sun: The last thing your criminal record needs is you jumping out of places completely naked. Ollie vB: My probation is over, and that was completely consensual, thankyouverymuch.
“Who did this to you?” I demanded.
Zee Zee? Of all the worst nicknames I’d ever been called, that topped the list. Above Oliver’s Rumpleforeskin and Ayi’s Zachy Poo Poo.
