Page 58 of Resurrecting the Enemy

After waking up with a killer hangover, I had headed back to Sands Cove. I wasn’t sure where everyone else had made off to, but I wasn’t worried about it. We were all going to make our way back to my place tonight.

Once I showered, changed, ate, and felt relatively human again, I sent out a group text that needed to make tonight happen.

Me:Party @ r house 2night. I need u here.

D.J.:(thumbs up emoji)

Crew:Sure thing

Chance:No problem

Mad:Ok

Dash:C u 2night

Then I dialed Chance. He picked up on the second ring. “What’s up?”

“You sound way too chipper,” I remarked.

He laughed. “What’s not to be chipper about a threesome?”

“Jesus Christ, Chance,” I chuckled, surprised I could still laugh with as angry and gutted as I felt. “Your dick’s going to fall off one of these days.”

“I use protection,” he defended. “Besides, I didn’t have the heart to disappoint the two lovely ladies.”

“Do you even remember their names?”

“Did I need to?” he sassed back like a smartass. “No one told me there was going to be a pop quiz.”

“We’re tying to keep D.J. a virgin, asshole,” I reminded him. “Having threesomes at her party is not the way to do that.”

“That’s why I met my lovely companions at the Port Lucia Hilton, asshole,” he retorted.

I decided Chance’s dick was a lost cause and got down to business. “How much do you know?”

“After you grabbed that bottle of Old Forester Birthday and headed upstairs to your room, Mad gathered us in the game room and told us what happened.”

“D.J., too?”

“Yep,” he answered. “She knows.”

“I need you to invite Erica Chambers to the party as your guest,” I said, telling him what I needed from him.

“Goddamn it,” he cursed. “You’re not going to fuck her, are you?”

“No,” I assured him. “That’s not her purpose.”

“Just her, or other SC kids?”

“This will be a Windsor party,” I informed him. “She’ll be the only one, which will guarantee she shows up.” Erica had an ego problem and being invited by Chance to attend a Windsor party at my place was exactly what she’d whore herself out for. It was also a guarantee that she’ll be posting pictures all over the place of her attending the party.

“So, what am I supposed to do with her?” he asked. “Because if I gotta babysit, I better get laid out of the deal.”

“Dude, you just had a threesome last night,” I reminded him. “Your dick can take a night off.”

“Fine, but my loyalty should be noted here,” he replied, and I had to take a deep breath.

Chance could be challenging sometimes.