Page 96 of Pretty Little Thing

Melanie agrees. “I do write my best when I get nightly dick.”

“You could always call Robbie.”

“You shut your whore mouth.”

“Meow.” Trix hisses. “Grouchy.”

Melanie balances her chin on her palm. “So, how’s Marcus?” she asks.

“Ugh. Touché.”

I look at Melanie. “You really think he’s picked himself up by now?”

She shrugs. “Probably. You could ask him.”

“I wouldn’t even know how to bring up something like this,” I say.

Trix smiles. “‘Hey, Daddy. You homeless?’ is probably a good start.”

I furrow my brow and pour the rest of my mimosa down in one smooth gulp.

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