Page 32 of Deceit

KYSON: It’s been three weeks.

BISHOP: You said that already.

KYSON: I’m still coming up.

BISHOP: Dude, no. Stay down there and watch the fam.

KYSON: Dude, no. Do you know how hard it is to keep Emmy and Mills at bay? They’re talking about coming to see you all because you won’t answer the phone like a normal human being.

I really don’t give a flying shit, to be quite honest.

Mills is a pesky fuck, and Emmy…with her comes the need to touch her, the will to kiss her, and the headache that follows right afterward.

Not only has she continuously been sending me pictures of my dog, him eating fast food, sitting on the couch with her, and sleeping on her fucking bed, but she’s making me jealous of my own damn pet.

And with Mills and Em comes everyone else on B723.

I can deal with the boys and Blue, but Emmy cares so much that I’m starting to believe that the woman requires therapy or a bowl to smoke just to chill.

She has some sort of overlying anxiety that she needs to get tampered down, and last time I checked, I wasn’t a head shrink.

BISHOP: Do you think I should answer the phone?

KYSON: Stop being a smart fucking ass.

BISHOP: I rest my case then.

KYSON: The girl is losing her damn mind.

BISHOP: That’s her problem, and you’re just searching for a way out.

KYSON: Then fucking give me one.

BISHOP: Tell you what…if I don’t have this done in the next forty-eight hours, you can bring your happy ass up here.

KYSON: Deal.

BISHOP: And make sure you watch my dog.

KYSON: Emmy has that handled.

BISHOP: Grab my dog.

KYSON: Should’ve thought of that prior ‘ole boy.

BISHOP: I’m seriously not fucking around.

EMMY: Attachment

I’m surprised that I can actually see anything from how slitted my eyes are when her text comes through on cue like a damn sitcom.

It’s a photo of her and my dog cuddled up on a couch with a blanket. A completely dangerous thing for her to do.

Because my dog may just go off and assassinate himself from her overbearing ass.

However, she’s absolutely beautiful. Her whitish-blonde hair cascades lazily over her shoulder. Those hypnotizing honey-browns peer up at the camera, innocent and unknowing of how much I want to fuck her out of my system.

I’m jealous of my damn dog and the baby blue blanket that’s draped over her body.

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