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“Lady, your husband probably spends all his Friday nights at my club. Don’t go acting like you’re all high and mighty.”
“Nah. I’ve got my hands too full with Amelia. I don’t need a day job, as well as a night job. But! I did sit here, stewing on the fact that you were still in jail, and brainstormed some revenge ideas.” She strutted back to her table and pulled out a folded piece of paper from her purse. I took the paper from her, unfolding it carefully, while glancing over the top at her. When I gazed down at the list, I had to stifle a laugh. “Good to see you used your time this afternoon productively.” I started reading off the items. “Number one. Blowup William Reed’s car.” “I like that one,” Augie called
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“Sweetie, it would be like punching a kitten. And even Lyric isn’t mean enough to punch a kitten.”
“Sure. Come on into the madhouse.”
“Yes, I am. I think you need to take it more seriously. Nobody in Saint View is going to vote for you if they only know your face because they spent a drunken night pinning illustrated genitals to your forehead.”
“Did you really think I was going to arrest you over a garden gnome?”
“Are you going to use this number for nefarious purposes? Do you plan to stalk him? Write his name on bathroom stalls and tell people to call him for a good time?” “Just give me the number, Liam. Don’t forget I kicked your ass when we were kids, I’ll do it again.” “I was five and you were ten. That’s an unfair advantage.” “Want a rematch?” He chuckled. “No way. You scare me. I’ll text you the number. Bye, Eve.”
“Oh, Joshy. If I had a dick, it would have the manliest name around. Thor, maybe? Or… Henry.” I snorted. “Henry?” She shrugged. “After Henry Cavill.”
“At least it’s a big dildo,” I mused. Jayela snorted. “A fitting tribute to Kong.” “Kong?” She tilted her head quizzically. “You don’t like that?” She glanced at my lap, then back up at my face with a wicked grin. “Ted? Rhino? Pointy?” I shoved her in the shoulder as she dissolved into laughter. “Shut up. Quit trying to name my junk.”
His body was more perfect than I could have even imagined. Any daydream I might have had about defined pecs and ripped abs was blown away by the real thing. For an insane moment, I considered licking the screen. That was how hot the man was.
“Why would I go anywhere near that place? I heard there’s rats…” She gave a small, smug smile. That just confirmed her guilt. “You’d know all about rats, wouldn’t you? Considering you married one.”
“How many porn websites did you have to open to get this many different-looking dicks?” I questioned. “Oh my God. Is this one even real? It’s huge.” Lyric glanced over my shoulder. “Oh, yeah. That’s real. I didn’t get them from websites. They’re my own personal collection of dick pics. That’s Eric’s.” Fawn squealed. “You printed out dick pics guys have sent you?” Lyric shrugged. “I finally found a use for them.”
He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch. “Yeah. Just had a shit day. This is exactly what I needed.” “A club full of strippers and penises? That’s what you needed after a shit day?” “I meant you. You always make me feel better.”
“Let’s just say that while you have the ability to take away my headaches, you’re also the cause of some of them.”
“You like the idea of everyone knowing?” “Fuck, yes,” he growled. “I want everyone knowing you’re my girl.”
With the two men arguing over where to dump my body, I’d go to my death regretting not telling Boston I loved him most of all.
“You’re mine, and I love you.”
