Page 65 of Pretty Little Lies

However, maybe someone with a clear head, and reason to be all up my ass right now. Except men think with their dicks, don’t they? And she’s alright. She has pretty blonde hair…and that’s about it. Her green eyes don’t do much but squint,a lot. As she’s doing it to me right now, I can see the lines along the corners of her eyes.

“I just wanted to make sure that your low IQ level caught onto it,” she emits sourly through her normal lips. They’re painted with a pink shade of lipstick, which is a mixture of too dark for her complexion and trying too hard.

“I said I got it.”

She smirks as if my submission means she won. “You don’t know what I could do to someone like you? Don’t get on my radar. I’m a petty bitch.”

“Good for you.” I glance down at her claws still stuck in my flesh, because that’s the most important thing here. Not her claiming a man who wants nothing to do with me ever. “Now, let go.”

She lets out this little snort or scoff. I’m not sure, it’s a mixture of the two. However, it doesn’t allow me to ignore that she believes I’m the biggest piece of white trash she’s ever had to witness. “Or what?” My nostrils flare, but I’m done with the back-and-forth already. “You’re not gonna touch me.” And damn, does she sound confident about that fact. “Cairo and I are gonna rise as king and queen, and I’m still thinking of names to replace South Shore with.”

“How about Cuntville. Has a nice ring to it.”

“No, that’s where I’m gonna sendyouto.”

Talk about a third-grade comeback.

“Alright, well, I’m bored with this conversation so…” I see her other arm cock back, and I seize her wrist before she can slap me.

I’ve had enough of people trying to hit me this year already.

Twisting her so that her ass hits the railing, I’m practically foaming at the mouth. But then I remember how much I don’t want to cause a scene on a boat with people who are not mine.

“I don’t need reminding,” I leer. “Come at me again, and I’m gonna fuck you up.” I squeeze her wrist and watch her wince a bit. “Any woman who has to come at another about a dude means that your leash isn’t as tight as you want it to be.”

“Fuck you,” she spits out. “You don’t knowanything.”

“I know that it appears he has zero interest in you and that you’re not together. That’s pathetic, Viv.”

“It’s kinda whorish of you to think you’re going to walk off in the sunset with all three of them.”

Thatcomment pisses me off.

And sparks an idea. One I’m going to have tallied under theyou’re going to hellspreadsheet.

“Happy Trails, bitch.” I say it as though I’m casually telling her the weather when I shove her as hard as I can, watching her back curl around the top of the railing of the yacht. The splash being the only satisfying sound I’ve heard over the last two minutes.

I see her surface a moment later, dramatically gasping for air and flaying her arms every which way, splashing herself in the face and causing more of a fucking dramatic scene than it is.

It’s satisfying…for a good fifteen seconds.

“She can’t swim, you know.”

Fuck.

Slowly, I crane my head to Cairo’s voice placidly seated to my left. Dark eyes stare back at me, illustrating what they always do—nothing.

Zero concern for his so-called girlfriend.

Not a fuck given off those dark features as Vivian yells out desperately for help.

“You better go save her, then,” I reply with a weak point of my finger and exhaling a heavy breath, releasing some of the violent adrenaline to free from my body.

A ghost of a grin casts over his face, holding me still for only a brief fracture of a moment before he promptly pivots and walks away.

Well, shit.

“Hey, Bay Bay,” Reeve quips from the other side of the boat, carrying a red drink in one hand and a brown in the other. “Hope I didn’t?—”

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