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“Oh, I so am. He fucked me a few times, but he’s avoiding me and I wanna get back at him. You could help me,” I suggested.

“How?” she asked, slowly changing her mind about it.

“You can’t hide how dirty you are, P. I can see it in your eyes that you’re just as naughty as I am. Okay, maybe not as naughty…but you wouldn’t mind acting like you’re into me for the night, hm?”

She stared at me for a second, and the way her eyes glowed told me that she was into the idea.

“So…you wanna make him jealous with me?” she asked.

“Yeah. I wanna see how he reacts. What do you say?”

She shrugged. “As long as my mother doesn’t see.”

I laughed and shook my head at her. “Don’t worry about that. Della would have a stroke if she saw me with another girl.”

I grabbed her hand and pulled her through the kitchen to get a better look at Riggs who was now standing next to Dad in the living room, a glass of Gin already in his hand.

“How old is he?” she asked, starting to seem interested in Riggs herself.

“Fifty-six,” I quickly replied, keeping my eyes on him while he talked to Dad.

“He’s handsome.”

Yeah, no shit. “He’s mine,” I made clear.

She laughed and held up her hands. “Relax, girl. He’s all yours. I have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, we’ve been dating for month. Not sure where we stand.”

That’s what bothered the shit outta me about guys my age. They had no clue what they wanted, always sayingwe’ll see where things take us, and the second they find another girl to fuck, they drop you.

Riggs made it clear he wanted me. Only me.

Then I made the mistake to reject him and now I had to fight to get him back.

When he turned his head and met my eyes, I kept my eyes on his as I moved my hand from Payton’s hand to her hip, pulling her closer to me.

He was as serious as ever, not showing any other emotion and staring into my soul like there was nothing else he was good at.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked quietly, noticing Riggs staring at me.

“Nothing yet.”

“Well, that’s no fun,” she muttered, leaning against the counter and drinking a sip of her drink.

That was enough staring for now, so I turned to Payton and moved my hand to her waist, grinning at her.

“What? You wanna make out right now?” I asked with a laugh.

She shrugged and laughed as well. “Would that be too weird?”

“No, but I don’t want him to think I’m trying to get a rise out of him.” Though, that’s what he probably always thought.

I looked back to see if Riggs was still watching us, but he had vanished just like Dad.

I stepped away from Payton, emptying my glass and grabbing another glass from the counter.

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