Page 4 of My Rules

“Shut. Up. Don’t you two have anything better to do than stalk me and my love life? It’s fucking creepy.”

“Not really.” Hen smirks.

“Anyway ... karma has nothing to do with this. Rebecca and I are just friends.”

“You wish.”

We fall silent as she comes back to the table and sits down; she glances up, and our eyes lock. She smiles softly as she pushes her chair in, and my dick throbs in appreciation.

Yeah ... this has to stop.

Rebecca

“Everything all right over here, ladies?” Ronald smiles as he bends down and kisses Taryn’s cheek.

“Perfect, Ronny.” She beams up at him.

“Let me know if anyone gives you any trouble, okay?” Ronald calls to the table.

“Thanks, man.” The boys all politely smile and nod.

Life is weird. If someone told me five years ago that my group of friends would be the people who live in my cul-de-sac, neighbors, I would have thought they were crazy.

But here I am, surrounded by the best friends a girl could ever ask for. Moving to Kingston Lane was the best thing I ever did. There’s Henley, Blake, and Antony. Henley is an engineer, Blake is a doctor, and Antony is a lawyer. Then there’s Juliet—she’s a nurse and engaged to Henley; they met when Juliet moved next door. Chloe is Juliet’s friend who I’ve also become close to; she’s a nurse. And then there’s Taryn. Taryn moved in with her mother when her marriage broke down. At the beginning she drove us all mad, but her weirdness and wild ways are infectious, and she’s become a friend.

Taryn is sleeping with the manager of the club and gets us the best table and half-price drinks every time we come here.

“I’ll swing by on my way home?” Ronny asks Taryn. He gives her a sexy wink, and his eyes drop down to her large breasts.

“I’ll be waiting,” she gushes.

Eww ... Taryn has the worst taste in men. Ronald gives me the ick ...

Total sleazebag vibes, but somehow she thinks he’s the hottest man on the planet.

I don’t know much about men, but I do know that Taryn’s boobs attract a hell of a lot of them. They’re like a Venus flytrap ... for sleazebags.

“Here he is now.” Chloe stands and waves.

A handsome man with honey-brown curls walks through the restaurant, looks over, and smiles broadly before waving and heading toward us. Chloe has a new boyfriend; his name is Oliver, and he’s so adorable that I can’t stand it.

He’s got this playful boyish charm, and she’s totally smitten; I don’t blame her.

She met him at the movies at a daytime showing. She was there alone, and he was there alone, the only two in the cinema. They made a joke of it and bonded over their popcorn and ice cream choices and ended up sitting together.

That was three months ago, and the rest, as they say, is history. I’ve never seen her so happy; she floats around on air.

“Look who’s with him!” Chloe bounces excitedly in her chair as she elbows me. “Here we go, Bec.”

Oliver has a friend, a very cute friend.

“Ahhh,” I giggle, glancing down at my drink. Whoa, these margaritas have some punch. I’m feeling tipsy.

“Ladies.” Oliver bends and kisses Chloe’s cheek. “Look how beautiful you are.” He smiles as he tilts her chin.

Swoon . . .

He turns to his friend. “You remember my friend Michael?”

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