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That doesn’t mean I can’t mess with them, though.
Keeping Bran and Glyn in my peripheral vision as they catch up on their cringeworthy relationship, I lean against a pillar and smirk at Ava. She pauses her childish back and forth with Remi and narrows her eyes on me.
“And what do you want?” She huffs. “Going to bitch about fish and chips, too?”
“Nah. I couldn’t care less what type of food I consume.” After all, its only purpose is to keep the machine going on and on and fucking on.
Until I inevitably drop, that is.
“Then why are you grinning like Satan’s wannabe?” Ava asks, completely oblivious to Remi, who’s already digging into the food, despite starting drama about it two seconds ago.
“You wound me. I thought Satan wanted to be me.”
She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, the long mermaid sleeves of her pink camisole a whole character on their own.
“You came because you thought Eli wasn’t here, no?”
Her gloating expression falters. “Eli who? I couldn’t care less about his presence or the lack thereof.”
“In that case, you’d be okay knowing he’s coming back home in about…” I trail off and check my watch that’s worth more than a dozen of her Louboutin heels. “Fifteen minutes.”
Her face pales and she clears her throat. “You’re bluffing just to fuck with me.”
“Am I?” I fetch my phone and send a quick text to my cousin.
Landon:Ava is here with delicious food. Yum.
He doesn’t disappoint and his reply comes in a matter of seconds.
Eli:Be there in fifteen. You better make the earth swallow your hedonistic form before I arrive.
I tap the last text so it blurs the background, then show it to Ava.
She swallows and narrows her eyes. “Did you tell him I was here?”
“Whatever makes you think that?”
“You being a twat, maybe?”
“Is that another word for Cupid?”
She growls like a cornered animal and I grin, contemplating how to play with them further before he actually arrives.
That is, if Ava doesn’t run away or disappear like a ghost since she happens to be a coward.
Speaking of cowards, I re-check some of the texts I sent to Mia over the past week that she had the audacity to leave on Read.
If you weren’t in such a hurry just now, I would’ve given you a ride as soon as I was done licking your taste off my fingers. I never thought of pussy as a five-star meal, but I’m quickly changing my mind.
Text me back when you’re done trying to bury your head in the sand. If I were you, I’d save myself the trouble. It won’t work.
If you stop running away, we might have a redo and I’ll let you suck my cock.
I’m curious. Do you usually make that expression when you come? If you don’t answer, I might track down your ex-lovers and confirm a theory. Are you interested to know what it is?
Apparently not, because you’re into this weird hard-to-get foreplay. I’m sure you figured out by now that I’m not exactly normal and these tactics don’t work on me.
Patience isn’t my forte, little muse. Don’t make me come after you.
