Page 41 of Always Mine

Fuck me. I’m convinced she really is a devil in disguise.

Meeting her taunting gaze in the rearview mirror, I don’t hold back. “I’d say we’d both be playing Russian roulette with our lives.”

She purses her lips and lets out a knowing harumph. We both understand that AJ might like me, but he’d also have no problem hurting me if he had to.

Something tells me it’s going to be an eventful few weeks.

Chapter nineteen

For The Gram

Marco

Thirty-fivelongfuckingminuteslater, we arrive at Joey’s Pizza Parlor. Chiara’s X-rated audiobook played the entire time. If there’s such thing as exposure therapy for fear of busting a nut, I’m positive I’ve just experienced it. My mind meanders back to Sophia, the woman at the epicenter of all my dick’s problems. I wonder what she’s doing today. I wanted to text her again this morning like a simp but managed to rein in my neediness. But I really need to know now if she listens to this spicy shit too.

Chiara is using the bathroom before we find AJ and our table. I whip out my phone and pull up my chat with Sophia.

Me:

Do you know what a Why Choose, Reverse Harem is?

Kitten:

Come again?

Me:

There’s plenty of coming. Trust me.

Kitten:

LMAO. I guess we’re skipping right past good morning then. Are you still drunk?

Kitten:

As for a time check, it’s been more than a minute but not even 12 hours since we last spoke.

Me:

Think of me as a friend in need.

Kitten:

Wow, dramatic much? Also, yes I have read some very spicy Why Choose books. But how did we get here before noon?

Me:

Call it research.

Me:

Have you read the one where a woman named Charlotte is being fucked six-ways to Sunday by three hockey players?

Kitten:

I mean, I did date a hockeyplayer so…

Me: