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Chapter Five

Levi

“Because the whole thing only works if I can make Zane jealous enough to dump April and in case you forgot, he dumped me. He wouldn’t want me back if he…” she pauses and her eyes flit to everything in the room except mine.

Yeah, I can imagine a couple of ways she could have ended her statement, but I don’t believe any of them, and by the time I’m done neither will she. There’s no way he never wanted her to start with, no way he finds her disgusting now, and not a snowball's chance in hell that he would pass up a chance to be with her one last time.

“He’s not going to care that I’m dating his sworn enemy is all I’m saying.”

“He’ll care, kitten.”

I’m damned sure of that.

“No,” she shakes her head, “you can’t be for sure…”

“I can. I know the man and I know the particular breed of douchebag we’re talking about. Trust me, he believes you would never move on from him or have the nuts to go for someone you knew he hates. He’s the type of guy who goes over to his ex’s house, fucks them, and then goes back to his current chick and never even thinks he did anything wrong. It’ll kill him that I’ve been all up in where he thinks he belongs.”

My words cause a small gasp to fall out of her, “Are you always so…crude?”

“Yeah, pretty much. I don’t really see a reason to hold anything back. It makes life easier in the long run.”

“You would get along with my friend, Sophie.”

“That’s not the one fucking your ex, is it?”

“No. That’s April.”

“Ah.” The way she growls out the name is probably not supposed to be sexy but…it is.

I bet she’s a hellcat when she’s pissed. And will purr when you rub her the right way. Fuck! Not really supposed to go there but there is exactly where we are. The entire time I was thinking over her offer, I couldn’t help but think about getting her naked and under me. Tamsin is a beautiful woman. She always has been even when she wasn’t much more than a kid.

“So…,”

“Can I ask you something?” We both talk at the same time but it appears she’s going to let me go first.

She looks at me with caution but answers in the positive. “Yeah, uh, I guess you can. Shoot.”

“Are your boobs real or have you had them done?” Not really the segue I needed to take my mind off dirty things but something I always wanted to find out.

“My…boobs?” She looks down at her tits and then back up at me before crossing her arms over them. It’s like she’s just realized what she has on…and that it doesn’t offer her much protection considering it is only a thin tank with a cartoon character on the front and a pair of cotton shorts that are just a bit…well, short.

“Yeah, I mean…I’m not trying to be shitty or anything. It’s just I always wondered and…”

“You think I’ve had my boobs done?”

“Well…yeah.”

“Why?” She seems really confused about the why. Surely, she can see why. She gets to look at them every day.

“Well, because…they’re kind of huge for your body, you know.”

“Huge?”

“Yeah, like you’re a…are they real or not?” She’s tiny, so much shorter than I am, and you just wouldn’t think that someone as tiny as her could…

“Yes. It’s freakin’ genetics, okay. All the women in my family -you know what, I’ll find some other way to get my revenge.”

“Just slow your roll, I didn’t ask to fucking hold them so I could test their weight or something asshole-ly like that. I just wanted to know. Your boobs were talked about a lot back in high school and it seemed like a good time to find out and have it out in the open -so to speak- and just ask.”

“Oh my God! What…? People were talking about…?” She’s so self-conscious now, she’s pacing and trying to hide, but her arms aren’t big enough to hide all of the curves she’s been graced with and that shirt is really having to work overtime to keep them contained too.

“Some of the guys started talking shit and I guess it pissed their girlfriends off, so they said they weren’t real…natural, whatever. That you had them done your sophomore year. Not that there is anything wrong with getting a boob job. If it makes you feel better about…”

“The only job I would have done on my boobs is a reduction.” Now my brows go up. Reduction? Why would anyone want to get rid of those soft-looking globes of sin? I don’t have to ask because she supplies the answer. “They’re heavy and hurt my back and I can’t run without killing myself. Not to mention…what a bunch of bitches!”

“I didn’t think about them being heavy.” I know a volunteer who would gladly help take some of the weight off. Me!

“Were you one of the guys talking about my chest?”

“I don’t talk; I would rather just go to the source and ask, thus…,” I leave the rest of the comment unsaid. “If I found out someone was talking about my girl’s tits, I’d beat the shit out of them.”

“Was Zane a part of the…talk?”

“I feel like if I answer that truthfully you’re gonna be mad and I don’t really want to make you mad.”

“So, he was, and not in a good way.”

“It was before you guys started dating.”

“I wonder if…if he just dated me to…,” she doesn’t finish but I’m pretty sure I can finish for her, wondering if he just dated her to find out if her tits were as big as everyone thought they were.