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Not moving, I wait for him to continue.
“I have a PhD.” That's all he says. He doesn’t elaborate.
Merrick seems to have forgotten I know he died when he was twenty. There's no chance he has a PhD unless he was a genius and I doubt that very much.
“Go on then,” time is ticking.
He leans in again, his lips brush against my ear and he whispers, “I do. I know you’re questioning it. Wondering how it is possible. But it is. If you think hard about it, you actually already know.... I have a Pretty Huge Dick. And he is standing at attention, for you and only you.”
I can’t help myself and laughter erupts from my chest.
Merrick steps back with the biggest smile on his face and grabs his cock through his jeans while moving his eyebrows at me.
Still laughing, I try to speak. “Out, Merrick. Go change and let me get ready in peace, please. Harper is here, waiting in my room.” I shoo him away with my hands. He looks back at me, puzzled. “Wait. You think I choose to wear the same clothes every day? That I have the option to wear something else, but think ‘Nah, I’m good’? This is my only outfit, stupid little girl.”
Anything is possible, but I don’t have time to learn more about ghost logistics tonight.
My laughter has stopped and I’m looking at him with no expression.
Merrick bows at me. “Yes, as you wish.” As he rises, he slaps one of my breasts and disappears.
Such an asshole.
Rushing out of the bathroom back to my room, “Shit. Sorry, Harper. I’m here.”
Harper is sitting on the edge of my bed with a grin on her face, and a garment bag laid out next to her.
“Thin walls,” is all she says back. Internally, I’m thankful she doesn’t press. I want to tell her all about it, but we don’t have time to gossip right now. We have a grandmother to kill and a legacy to take over. I check my phone, it’s almost time.
Earlier today, Darla asked Joanie to come back this evening, as a few of the newer spirits wanted to meet with her. They were still feeling uneasy in their new life and needed guidance.
Joanie, naturally, salivated at the idea. She gets off on this shit. Thinking one of the spirits really needs her after keeping away from her for years.
Harper and her dad alerted the other founding family elders discreetly, and they will be in the graveyard, out of sight, waiting for the time.
Joanie still hasn’t accused me of taking the goblet. She must have had it somewhere out of view. Hidden away. It’s the only explanation at this point and I will take it. The less she knows, the easier this will be for us to execute.
Literally and figuratively.
I scrunch my nose. Did I just make a pun about execution?
The asshole is rubbing off on me.
Disgusting.
“Earth to Fallon.” Harper is waving her hand in front of my face.
“Yes. Sorry I’m here. It’s just a lot. I’m ready. Right?”
She turns around to the garment bag and begins unzipping it. “You were made for this.”
I was. I am.
We both were. Soon it will be my best friend's turn.
Tears well in my eyes as she turns around again. “No. Not today. You can cry tomorrow. Tonight, your makeup looks too good to ruin. So, stop it. Right now, and let's get you dressed!” She scolds me.
“You are so adorable when you get all firm with me, you know that?” Her eyes widen and she retorts. “He is rubbing off on you. I’m not sure how I feel about this, but I know I’m adorable, thank you.”
