Page 106 of Hate to Love You

Where the fuck did that get me, other than a boot up the ass?

I’m so lost in my own misery that it takes a moment to realize that bright, fuchsia-colored fingernails are trailing lazily across my arm.

“Hey, Brody,” a voice coos in my ear. “I haven’t seen you around for a while.”

I glance over at the blonde with the tight shirt hugging all her curves. I narrow my eyes, trying to remember her name. She’s one of those girls that’s always hanging around at the house.

I give her a brittle smile, trying not to recall the reason for that. “Been busy.”

She clicks her tongue as her eyes coast appreciatively over me. “Where’s your girlfriend?”

“Don’t have one of those.” Maybe that’s where I went wrong. I’ve always lived my life by a strict set of rules. This was the first time I allowed myself to break them. And now look at me. I’m a fucking mess. All because a girl dumped my ass.

Never again, I vow silently. Nothing is worth this kind of pain.

Without invitation, Blondie settles herself on my lap and runs the palms of her hands over my chest. “That’s too bad,” she purrs, although there’s nothing in her voice to suggest that she thinks it’s bad at all. “Maybe I can help take your mind off her.”

I lift the beer to my lips and take another swig. I’m not interested in what this girl is offering.

Just as I open my mouth to tell her that, I hear, “What the hell are you doing, McKinnon?”

I slant my eyes in the direction of that screeched out question.

Zara.

Luke is standing behind her. On closer inspection, it actually looks like he’s holding her back. His brows are drawn sharply together as he glares.

He has the fucking audacity to glare at me?

Ha!

Just wait until I give him a piece of my mind. He’ll be sorry he ever gave me that sage bit of advice.

Motherfucker.

The girl on my lap smiles coyly and gives Zara a little wave with her fingers. Luke tightens his hold on his girlfriend as she growls and steps forward, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. I have a feeling that if Zara gets her hands on the female perched on my lap, all hell will break loose.

“If you don’t get your skanky ass away from him, I’m going rip every damn hair extension from your head!” Zara yells.

Looping her arms around my neck and shoving her tits in my face, Blondie leans toward Zara and sneers, “Try it, bitch.”

Cursing a blue streak that would make a sailor blush, Zara struggles to free herself from Luke’s hold. She’s not going anywhere, but that doesn’t deter her from trying. “I swear to God, Amanda, when I get my hands on you, you’re going to wish you never glanced in his direction!”

Amanda.

Right.

Blondie-With-the-Toddler-Voice.

Although, there’s no baby voice in sight this evening. More like hissing and spitting.

“You should probably go,” I tell her. The truth of the matter is that I had no plans on taking her up on the offer written in her big green eyes. There’s only one girl I’m interested in, and she kicked my ass to the curb about an hour ago.

Amanda gives me a full-on pouty lip.

But it does absolutely nothing for me.

Nada.

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