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Liam: It's that or a hotel room
Briar: Talk about a space covered in jizz
Liam: Fuck, Bri, I travel three months a year for work
Briar: I know
Lia me
Briar: Because you're so turned on right now?
Liaht of creepy dudes' cum makes me rock hard
Briar: You like the nasty space It's a rich boy rebellion
Fuck, she's right The thought of bringing Briar to so a private rooe—
I' about it
Too hard for this fucking occasion
Briar: He's probably already talking about his new sugar baby because the last one kicked hio back to your party, and only text ency
Liaency need to come?
Briar: If you're in a space where such things are possible… then maybe After I'm done with this task you dumped on me
Liam: You like Preston
Briar: I do
Liam: He'll turn into a pumpkin soon Offer to walk him out at nine Trust me You'll be home by ten
Briar: Ho myself on the couch
Liam: Baby
Briar: Sorry Thinking out loud Until then
She's pure evil
She really is
Soh school
Huh?
I look up
And there's Jiesture
"Never seen you pussy-whipped before," he says
What the fuck do I even say to that? It's too stupid to dignify with a response
"Yeah, I guess I'irlfriend," I say
"Fiancée?" Simon offers
"That one," I say
Simon shoots me an incredulous look Then he… smiles
No
He's not s
That's not possible
Simon smiles at victory At destruction At pain
Not at… whatever the fuck this is
"Were you really texting Briar?" he asks
"Yeah…" What's his point?
"You just left," he says
"I had so to tell her," I say
Simon chuckles "You're that inseparable"
"Rather hang with her than you assholes," I say
"We won't fuck you," Simon says
"But that doesn't ?" Jimmy winks
"Wouldn't I go hoht?" I ask
Jimh-five
Right Up-top I high-five him back
He passes out cha sure Harrison's suit needs dry cleaning tomorrow
It's muddled, yeah, but it's almost clever for him
We drink He returns to bragging about strip clubs And, oh, Bri was right, his new sugar baby, orks as a dancer, who gets so hot at hen he shows up at her club she fucks him in the backroom