Make a Scene (Lovestruck, #1)

by Mimi Grace

There were only two things Retta Majors truly hated: (1) low-rise jeans and (2) people who smugly corrected anyone who misidentified Frankenstein as the monster.

She’d once read most people end up with a partner who lives in walking or driving distance from them. That information made relationships less ethereal and more about proximity and convenience.

Besides, she was a woman with a lot to be proud of: she was a business owner, someone who flossed daily, and she once used a meditation app for fourteen days straight.

Duncan got the parrot and strode back to her with it. He looked so powerful. Like an action hero at the end of a movie, leaving a site seconds before an explosion went off behind him. He even carried the five-foot stuffed toy over his shoulder as one might carry a well-worn leather jacket.

“Who are we fooling?” She frowned. “M-my family?” “No, what I mean is we’re ridiculous for thinking this isn’t going to happen.” He leaned in close. “I want it. That pretty pussy of yours wants it. And when it happens, we’ll go slow and be as loud as we want.”

So, now you have a beautiful dress, a fine ass date, and you’re ready to make a scene at these wedding events.”

“But I think the biggest thing you taught me is I don’t want a love like yours.”

“Good. I wasn’t a big fan of my girl being in love with someone else.” “Your girl? It’s day one,” she said, laughing lightly. “Nah, day one started the moment you thought I was your date at that coffee shop.”

“And as my official, very real boyfriend you should know I’ll need one to two of your hoodies, your Netflix login information, and a ride until I get my car back. Oh, and food.”