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I nod my chin at her. “So then what are you doing?”
She takes a long sip. “Fucking, Beej.”
Back over me with a fucking truck, why don’t you, Parks?
“You’re fucking him?” I repeat.
“Yeah.” She shrugs way too casually before she takes another sip and waves her hand through the air. “Well, I’ve been fucked over by you for years. I thought it was high time I gave someone else a turn.”
Jaw on the floor for the second time in about five minutes.
I shake my head at her.
“Parks, he’s literally the most dangerous man in England.”
With eyes as tattered as I think I’ve made her heart, she gives me a long look.
“I disagree.”
Fuck me.
I could, might actually, literally hate myself.
I sigh. Tilt my head as I look down at her. “Magnolia—”
“Beej, listen.” She touches my arm, glancing up at me.
Surprised she’s touching me. Can’t believe it. I’ll take it — a fucking miracle.
“I just want to say, and I really do mean this with every fibre of my being—” She stares up at me before she delivers flawlessly: “Fuck. Your. Self.”
I blink after her as she wanders over to Julian, snatches the drink from his hand — tosses it back too easily.
His face flickers in amused annoyance.
“Easy, tiger. That was a £2000 scotch,” Julian tells her.
She looks at him with indifference. “So pour me another—”
She turns to speak to Jonah and Julian makes this ‘hah’ sound. “You heard her.” He nods at one of his boys, cocks his head in her direction, says to Declan, “She’s going to be an expensive fuck, I can tell already—”
Parks hears him, turns around, gives him a tall look.
“Worth it!” he calls to her and she rolls her eyes, looking away.
He doesn’t like her annoyed at him, no one does — one of her secret tricks that she keeps in her back pocket. Everyone wants to be in her good books. Don’t know why or how she does it, but if you make her feel sad or shitty, even if she deserves it, somehow you always manage to feel like a fucking knob and you’re buying her a necklace from Cartier or like, a whole fucking florist to win her back.
I can see it on him — recognise it well, actually — how she gives him a look, it pushes him onto uneven ground and he’s just fucking clambering to get back onto a level playing field.
Fuck it, I’m there now. I hate this feeling, hate being out of sorts with her, hate being at odds and even still then, I’m a bit like ‘fuck you’ anyway —
She’s fucking Julian?
Julian?
I toss back my drink at the same time that Julian grabs Parks from behind, pulls her back against him and starts kissing her neck.
Says something — can’t hear what — to the people around us.
