Page 25 of Restrictions

“Oh please, don’t embarrass yourself by lying, Bianca.” I stand, looking into her hate-filled eyes. “I had to squeeze my eyes closed so fuckingtight, I wasn’t sure they were ever going to open again and give my cock a nice pep talk to finally fucking finish.”

Truth.

And go back to the chick-only-wearing-a-tie-lying-on-my-bed fantasy from the wedding. And unfortunately for me, that chick was Viv. I tell myself it was only because she was there when the dumbass fantasy formed in my male brain, but then I also saw the Viv-in-tight-black-leggings-on-all-fours fantasy right after that as I tried to get through fucking Bianca.

“Bullshit.”

“All facts. I rarely lie.”

“Fuck you, asshole.”

Sawyer climbs up, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Whoa, guys. Let’s relax. It’s a party.”

“I didn’t invite you fuckers.”

Bianca shrugs, swaying with Sawyer who is whispering something into her ear. She looks over at Viv. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable. I admire you.”

That’s laced in deception, no doubt.

“Why?”

Oh Viv, don’t fall for it.

“You fucked Colt Sterling in high school.”

Viv freezes in shock, and the vapid fucking bitch keeps going. “I mean how the hell did you do that? Everyone tried. Like fucking everyone. And then Ms. Goody Two-shoes is the one he gives it to? Fucking crazy.”

“You know what, Bianca? Get the fuck out of here.”

She looks playfully offended. “What? I’m dead serious. Everyone knew that Colt was with that foster chick, totally pussy-whipped.” She walks closer to Viv, and my entire body goes rigid. “You must have a seriously magical pussy to get him to cheat on her.”

“Get. The. Fuck. Out.” I look over at Sawyer, letting him know I’m not fucking kidding, and Nadia and Porter are already out of their seats.

Vivienne swallows, her slender neck pulling tight as Bianca spews her venom. “What did you do? Huh? How did you convince him to fuck you?”

“Get out, Bianca. I fucking mean it.” My shoulder brushes Vivienne’s as I stand directly next to her.

“You aren’t going to tell me?”

“Why do you care?” Vivienne crosses her arms, and why she’s entertaining Bianca at all is beyond me.

Bianca shrugs, acting like she doesn’t. “Thought maybe you could teach me. I mean, I tried to get him to fuck me a couple of times, but he was a tough one.” Her eyes slide to me. “Unlike some.”

“He had high standards.”

“You just insulted yourself, asshole.”

I shake my head, pursing my lips. “Nope. Just honest. My bar is clearly set a hell of a lot lower. Now get the fuck out, and don’t come back.”

She rolls her eyes, her hand snaking over my chest. “Oh, I think you’ll come back for more. I know exactly what you like.” Her eyes move back to Viv. “Unlike virginal little goody-goody types that are so repressed they probably don’t even make a sound when they’re being fucked,” she leans close to Vivienne’s face, “like a good little mouse.”

I look back as Sawyer who hooks Bianca’s arm and leads her out of the house. I watch them all go through to the front door and leave before sitting down, and Viv joins me.

“I’m so fucking sorry. I have no idea what her problem is.”

“She’s always hated me. I don’t know why either, but it’s not a problem.”

I look over at Viv and know she’s rattled. “She’s a bitch.”

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