The Words

by Ashley Jade

I’m Phoenix Walker. The guy who’s gonna command the stage, steal every ounce of your attention, and make you drop to your knees so you can suck my motherfucking dick while I do it.

“No, we’re not.” Sadness twists her features. “Because friends don’t fuck people who bully their friends.”

“Thank you, dear, but cheese gives me the Hershey squirts.”

Everyone knows food is what makes you fat, so it goes without saying that when a heavy person eats in front of those who aren’t, they’re being judged.

Lennon can hate me all she wants—hell, she can scream it from the top of the highest mountain until her lungs give out—but she can’t deny our chemistry. It’s fucking napalm.

“I wasn’t pretending with you, Lennon.” Turning, he holds my gaze. “And yeah, I’ve fucked a lot of women.” His expression turns pained and his voice drops to a whisper. “Because after things ended between us, I knew I lost you for good.”

My bubble of hope pops when his lips curve into a pompous sneer. “I can’t steal something that’s already mine.”

“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you put your giant dick in my ass. I do not want a rectal prolapse.”