Page 17 of Desperate Valentine

“Pleasetell me you fucked him.Please,” I squeal.

“Veronica, you’re on speaker.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Did he defile your little ass or no?”

“Yes,” she laughs, as I clap my hands together enthusiastically.

“Fuck yes, girl. He has been looking at you for ages like he wants to bend you over his desk. I love this. I’ll bring you clothes, then you’ll tell me why you’re being evasive about dick breath?”

“Yeah, I will. Just…please, keep the information to yourself. Okay? I’m serious.”

“I got you. You know that. Text me the address and I’ll be there soon.”

I end the call and suddenly remember that I don’t have my car here. It’s still at Jude’s bar.

Fuck.

I’ll have to ask Jude to drive me back. I have shit to do anyway, so the sooner the better.

Just as the thought comes to mind, I see Jude walk past the living room doorway and into the kitchen.

“Good morning!” I call out.

“Good morning. How did you sleep?”

“Well, aside from you stealing the blankets and trying to beat me up in your sleep…”

“Shit. I’m sorry. I’m so used to sleeping alone,” he chuckles, strolling into the living room with his coffee and sitting down beside me.

“I kinda figured.” I decide to take my chances and ask; he looks pretty relaxed right now, and I really need to get him to help me out with this. Yet again. “Um, I have something I have to do this morning. My best friend got herself in a predicament, and needless to say—she needs me to bring her some clothes.”

“Mila?” he asks, almost like he actually knows who she is.

“Yeah…she got a ride home with one of our prof—someone we know.”

“A professor?”

“You didn’t hear that from me,” I say, miming my lips zipping shut.

“No worries. Your secret is safe with me.”

“You were right, ya’ know…about me running my mouth too much,” I snicker.

“We’ll work on that.” He smirks, taking a large sip of his coffee.

“So—I guess I’ll need you to drive me back to my car.”

“Sure. I have a few financial meetings to attend today. We can head back to town now, if that works.”

***

“Thank you, for everything,” I say, hopping out of his truck to unlock my car door.

“You’re not getting away that easily.”

“Haven’t you had enough of me already?” I tease, hopping into my car and fastening my seat-belt.

“If you had asked me that last night before we fucked, I would have said yes. Now—I’m not so sure.”

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