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I was expecting five minutes—ten, if I wasn’t lucky. But no. Row seemed to carry on forever. I was planning my 401(k) while he was in there, mercilessly stabbing my poor hymen with what appeared to be his eleven-inch dick.
“You’re not broken, Dot.” He stuck the cigarette in his mouth, patting my thigh offhandedly. “A little cut, sure. All diamonds are.”
the darkness envies the moon because it helps it shine. Don’t let people tell you you are anything less than perfect.
“How many serial killer documentaries can one consume before becoming one?”
“These fecal matters are looking down her shirt.” A muscle in my jaw twitched. “The uniform is a turtleneck.” Rhyland’s brow knitted in confusion. I ignored him. “Throw them out.” “Row, you can’t start beefing with anyone who sniffs around Cal’s ass.” What a ridiculous thing to say. Of course I could.
His stupid face was illuminated by the blue light shining from his smartphone on Cal’s front porch. Probably rereading his favorite book—How to be a Dickface: The Full Guide.
“You don’t need another asshole, Cal. You already have one,” I pointed out. “Kieran, leave.” Did you just comment on her rectum? Really? There was no rock bottom when it came to my attitude with Cal.
I wasn’t hoping to bump into Prince Charming. With my luck, I was more likely to bump into Ted Bundy.
I’m completely normal. McMonster: Respectfully, Cal, you’re not. oBITCHuary: LOL. I meant average. McMonster: You’re not that either. oBITCHuary: What am I, then? McMonster: If I have a say about it? Mine.
“Do I look like a doctor? Ask them,” I said slowly. “Or better yet, call an ambulance. We don’t need another Usher lawsuit.” “First of all—OSHA.
“The cut looks kinda nasty, though.” “Your face looks nasty.” “Supremely mature.
“Those panels don’t check for mushrooms.” “You’re reaching.” “Yeah, the end of my fucking patience.
“Who did this to you?”
“Truly Madly Deeply” by Savage Garden.
We were on the floor, bloodied and flushed, when I heard a knock on the door. “Busy. Fuck off!” I snarled, trying to scratch Kieran’s eyes out. “Fine, but we’ll have a real conversation about your attitude next time I see you!” I heard Cal on the other side. “No. Wait.” I dumped Kieran’s limp body on the floor, scrambling up to my feet, stumbling to the door. “Wait. Don’t go.” Kieran lay on the floor, shaking his head and chuckling.
Goddammit, did my craving for her have any limits? I would probably try to climb out of my own fucking coffin to hit on this woman if I were lucky enough to have her attend my funeral.
I dropped my elbows to my knees and held my face in my hands, trying to breathe through what was fast becoming a panic attack. “This is the part where you say something.” Row gave me a blank stare. “No pressure or anything.”
“I was just heading back home.” She stood up, readjusting her coveralls. Don’t offer her a ride. She’s not your problem. She broke your heart. “I’ll give you a ride.” You never learn, do you, Pussy McWhipson? “Thanks.”
“If you won’t tell people, I will. Kul kalb biji yomo.” “What does it mean?” She glanced up, wiping her nose. “Every dog shall have his day.”
“Well?” I probed Dylan. “Isn’t that shocking?” “Hmm.” Dylan nodded obediently, plucking a heart of palm from her plate and taking a crunchy bite. “Riveting. The local news is on their way.”
“This is not a date.” I all but shoved Gia into a commercial oven to bring the point home. “Gia works for Tate, one of my business partners.”
