Page 55 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

If he didn’t see it, maybe he’d let things blow over.

“Hen. Looking like shit, as always.”

I huffed, getting my mug. “By which you mean ‘lookingamazing, as always’.”

“By which I basically meananything but that.”

Pouring the coffee, I got my almond milk from the fridge and my temporary distractions were over.

I went to the table and sat in front of Mad, because Iwasn’t weak.

Mad looked disgustingly well-rested, not to mention predatory, as he took a sip of his own coffee. His pastel mug gave him a soft air, though he was anything but. His cold blue eyes were unforgiving, especially when he had a bone to pick, and I already knew that even if he hadn’t been here, someone had already snitched and told him about my outburst.

“About last night.”

Here we go.

“Yes, last night. Did you have fun at your parents’?” I asked, taking a sip of almond-y coffee.

“Lots. It was a riot,” he deadpanned.

“I’m glad. Nice talk.”

“Hen…”

But right then, my savior appeared.

“Morning, guys.” Adam walked into the kitchen, breaking our little private bubble with his easy stride and easy smile. “King, Maddie.”

“Maddox,” my best friend corrected for what was probably the twentieth time this week.

Opening the fridge and observing its contents like they held the mysteries of life, Adam shrugged. “That’s exactly what I said. Maddie.”

Maddox’s hand balled into a tight fist over the table, and I didn’t even try to hide my smile. I was sure if I looked at myself in the mirror, I’d see it was pure evil.

After much pondering, Adam also took the almond milk and made himself a coffee.

See, the thing was, for some reason, these two didn’t get along.

Adam was the type of guy that was easy-going, nice to be around, and loyal. Like a faithful family dog.

Maddox, on the other hand, was cold to ninety-nine percent of the population, evil and loyal. Like a Hellhound in human form.

Yes, I was definitely embracing this metaphor.

After getting everything ready, Adam came to the table and slid out the chair right next to Maddox’s, who immediately reached out with an arm to prevent him from sitting down on it.

“There are other chairs available. Not to mention other rooms. Othercontinents.”

Never was Maddox more dramatic than around Adam.

But the latter was, as always, unperturbed. “Good to know. I want to sit here.”

“Then I’ll move over.”

“Then I’ll want to sit right next to where you move over to.”

My best friend’s glare had never been more useless than with our resident golden retriever, and because he knew it, he eventually let out a mixture between a sigh and a groan and let Adam do what he wanted.

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