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“Hate. Disgust. Wanna punch them in the dicks. Does that answer your question?” I ask with my brow rising high.
Liar! I may hate their guts and hope they rot in the desert. But dear God, they’re fine as hell. Hot. Fucking smoking. I’ll never understand why I’m being punished so much with their chiseled rock star looks.
Couldn’t they be, I dunno—less attractive? Mouth-watering, assfaces.
They’re like my damn wine, getting finer with age. I may despise their asses, but I have fucking eyes. I see the way their clothes fit snugly against their bodies, emphasizing their goodies. And I do mean goodies. Asher’s ass alone is biteable…pinchable. I could bounce a quarter off it.
Jesus, what’s wrong with me?
It’s the damn wine, that’s it. Nothing more.
Colors swirl before my eyes, blending in a rainbow. Fuck. When did the room start spinning? I squeeze my eyes shut, groaning at the sensation.
“Shit. I think the wine’s kicked in,” I snort, covering my mouth. “Fuck.”
“Why? Because you’re thinking about them naked now?” Olivia quips, drunkenly poking me with her index finger. “They were hot back in the day, weren’t they?”
“No, not naked!” I hiss, swatting her away. “Okay, fine! They’re hot as hell.”
“No takesy backsies!” Olivia sings, taking another swig of wine with a grin.
“But they’re not forgiven,” I mumble, taking another sip. “Not one bit. I loathe them. They’re dirty little brats.” I pout.
“Absolutely not,” Kaycee agrees with glossy eyes. “This is really good, by the way. I think we need more. They were so mean to you. How can you look them in the eyes? Do you look at their dicks? Dickmatized, am I right?” We cackle together.
“Dickmatized!” Olivia shouts, folding in half with a cackle. “Seriously, though? It’s because she’s braver than anyone I know,” Olivia says with a grin, recuperating from her laughter by wiping her eyes and taking a breath. “Who else could face their exes like a professional?”
Professional, my ass. I want to drown them. And get dicked down. And… I should never drink wine again when I’m conflicted.
“Speaking of… Have you found any more information about my little stalker yet?”
Good! Change the subject. No more thinking about their cocks and… I wrinkle my nose, glaring at the wine.
“Sorry, babes. We looked into it and kept the pictures as evidence. But per his usual, he didn’t leave any fingerprints behind. He’s like a damn ghost.”
“No one can be that good,” Kaycee says.
“And you’re like 100 percent sure it’s not Donavon Drake?” My heart pounds the second I utter that stupid name. That scumbag doesn’t deserve an ounce of my time or space in my brain.
“Still in Europe working with his company. He only has a few ties to East Point. A cousin and aunt live in town, but that’s it. He hasn’t been here for over ten years. He’s out.”
Fuck. It’d be easy if it were him. I’d at least have a clue as to why he was stalking me. With a stranger, though? I’m drowning in anxiety.
“And you’ve checked into Nathan down at the coffee shop? He’s gotten extra clingy these days.” I shiver at the thought of his eyes following me around the damn cafe every morning when I show up. If their coffee wasn’t the best in town, I’d go somewhere else. But nothing beats the smooth taste of theirs.
“Nope. As far as we can tell, he’s not it. Doesn’t own any sort of digital camera and we checked through his photos on all devices. We’ve looked through his apartment and his background. We even followed him for a few weeks to make sure. There’s nothing tying him to you or the stalking. He may be a little creepy, but he’s innocent.”
“Who the fuck could it be?” I grumble, massaging my temple.
“I don’t know, Riv. But we’ll get him. The good news is he hasn’t escalated into something more yet.”
“Yeah, just pictures of me and Lyric. He isn’t hiding in my house or anything,” I groan, throwing myself back into the couch.
“And it’s still nothing digital?” An odd sparkle forms in Kaycee’s eyes at the prospect of hacking.
She’s the best in the nation. On par with her husband, Carter. If she weren’t a stay-at-home mom with her other husband, Chase, she’d have joined Veritas, too. Olivia has been gunning for her to be on her team since they met in high school when Olivia saved Kaycee and the guys from some weird cult. Something they rarely talk about.
“No,” Olivia snorts. “You’d have to be on my team to join the hunt.” She smirks when Kaycee huffs.
