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Ari: Walker. Please tell me the cock sock was at least big enough. The anaconda you’re packing needs some breathing room.
King Linc: I definitely know it’s too early to talk about Walker’s cock size.
Ari: Don’t worry, Golden Boy. You’ve got the whole dick tattoo thing happening. You’ve definitely got Monroe dickmatized. You can do one of those Facebook things for her. “Marked safe from Walker Davis’s dick.”
King Linc: Do not ever mention Monroe’s name and another man’s dick again.
Ari: You’re a little scary, Linc.
King Linc:…
Iscrolled through the texts, not able to even grin because I was so devastated that she was gone.
Whoeversheeven fucking was. She was wearing a wig. She didn’t have an I.D. I was pretty sure “Violet” hadn’t even been her name.
Me: Either of you know how to find missing people?
Ari: That was a weird segue. Did you make someone disappear with your dick? OMG. Has your dick disappeared?
King Linc: STOP TALKING ABOUT DICKS.
Ari: Oooh, he pulled out the shouty caps, Disney. I’m a little nervous.
Me: FOCUS. I need to find…someone.
King Linc: Does this…someone…have something to do with the cock sock?
Ari: I thought we weren’t allowed to talk about cocks anymore.
I threw my phone on the bed, huffing as I flopped down in the sheets, trying to soak myself in the scent she’d left all over.
A second later, my phone buzzed. Glancing over dejectedly, I sat straight up…because Lincoln Fucking Daniels was calling. Me!!!!
I cleared my throat as I fumbled for the phone.Act cool, Walker. Act cool.
“Hey,” I said, wanting to throw myself off a cliff at the way my voice had just squeaked.
Fuckingsqueaked.
“Tell me about this girl,” he demanded.
“There’s nothing to tell,” I said. “I just wondered if you guys knew someone who could find people.”
“If you don’t give me details, I can’t help,” he said in a silky, smooth voice. Holy fuck. I could not imagine people said no to him very often.
“This girl left without giving me her last name. And I’m not sure she gave me her real first name either.”
“Okay, well, my last P.I. was a piece of shit. But this new one has been doing a good job.”
“Ummm…I mean, I’ll take the info…but….what are you using a P.I. for?”
“Oh Disney….” he purred.
Hefuckingpurred.
Click. The bastard hung up on me.
The brilliant, perfect, god-like bastard.
