Page 108 of Stay Toxic

Shasha:

I love you.

My heart began to pound.

Shasha:

You look like I just shot you through the heart. It’s not a death sentence.

It wasn’t fear that I was feeling, though. It was…elation.

My fingers started to fly over the screen.

Me:

How are you just going to tell me that on a text message, when I’m in the middle of a crazy ass meeting, with three of the people I hate the most in front of me, and expect me to not freak out? I want to say my reply to you in person.

Yes, it was too soon.

Yes, we were moving way too fast.

Yes, I’d just gotten out of a very bad relationship.

Yes, I was a little bit crazy.

But it felt right.

Everything about Shasha just felt…right.

Like this was always how it was supposed to be.

Me:

I love you. I’m crazy in love with you.

“This is fucking bullshit!” Rupert yelled.

Then, before I could comprehend what had happened, there was a chair coming straight for my face.

Don’t put your fingers anywhere you wouldn’t put your cock.

—Dima to Shasha

SHASHA

I was enjoying myself immensely.

Sure, I fucking hated that she was in the room with those three fuckers, but I liked the outcome.

I liked that I’d been able to finagle it so that the two of them were being fired.

I liked that they were getting a dose of reality.

I liked that they were sweating.

I liked that they were about to face a lot of fucking hardships.

Because this was just the beginning.

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