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Meanwhile, Zara smiled sweetly back at him. “Thank you, Mr. Rice.”
Poor innocent fool,I thought to myself,give it time.You’ll learn.
She was just the latest in a long line of beautiful women Billy had brought home to show off.
Paul’s older brother was nineteen and I had counted no less the seven different girlfriends accompany him to these family meals since we had started going out back in first year.
“Quick,” I whisper-hissed in Paul’s ear. “Call my phone and I’ll take it from there. I can’t take another minute of him.”
“What, no.” He balked. “Just wait it out.”
“Paul.”
“Aoife.”
Making a point of looking at my watch, I quickly feign-gasped. “Oh my god, is that the time?”
Lame.
Lame.
Lame.
“Paul.” I turned to look at my boyfriend, all wide-eyed and full of crap. “My dad wanted me home an hour ago.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
“Yes,” I replied, giving him a look that saidgo with it or I’ll cut your dick off.
Turning back to his family, I offered them an apologetic smile, as I stood. “I am so sorry about this.” Smiling brightly, I added, “hopefully, we can do it again soon,” while knowing on the inside that I would never allow myself to get roped into another one of these my-dick-is-bigger-than-your-dick dinners.
Hell to the no.
* * *
“That was beyond fucking rude, Aoife,”Paul admonished, as I power-walked away from the restaurant, and he hurried to keep up with me. “What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that you duped me into having dinner,again, with people I have nothing in common with,again.”
“They’re not people, they’re my parents.”
“Parents are people, Paul.”
“Don’t get smart with me. You know I hate it when you’re sarcastic,” he snapped, running a hand through his dark hair. “You really fucking embarrassed me back there. You’re sixteen, not six. Don’t you think it’s time that you learned how to act your age?”
“You know what, maybe we should just call it a night,” I snapped, shoving my hands into my coat pockets. “Since my personality is clearly rubbing you up the wrong way so much tonight.”
“What? No, don’t be stupid,” he growled, retracing the steps he’d taken.
“I’m not stupid, Paul.”
“You know what I meant.” Slinging an arm over my shoulder, he said, “Come on, babe, it’s Saturday night. I don’t want to spend it on my own.”
And what about what I want?
“So, where do you want to go?” he asked, pulling me close to his side.
“I’m thinking about just going home.”
