Page 5 of Playboy

War smirks. “Calliope.”

Rolling my eyes, I laugh dryly. “Yeah, as if I’ll ever get to meet her.”

“If you do, you better be prepared to knock her up, Playboy.”

“I don’t remember a truth being lobbed my way.”

“Fine.” War fixes me with a hard look. “Truth or dare?”

I stare right back, refusing to back down. “Truth.”

He folds his arms across his chest. “Why do you really want to get pierced? Why today? What changed?”

I think of the article. I think of Noah. Both are part of my why. But I refuse to admit either fact out loud.

Because what kind of man gets their dick pierced with the hope that one day he’ll impress a faceless woman hiding behind a pseudonym who writes articles about improving a person’s sex life?

And who gets pierced so they can prove they’re closer than some other guy is to a group of friends?

Not the kind of man who admits to it, that’s for damn sure.

“Let’s go inside.”

“Yes!” Aiden hollers. “This deserves a song.”

“No singing,” War growls.

“Can’t stop it,” Aiden says as he pushes off the wall and holds a hand up in front of him like he’s got an invisible mic. Before we can stop him, he dives into his own version of Taylor Swift’s “Don’t Blame Me.”

“Don’t blame me, the bling made Lex crazy

Playboy wants it and he’s doing it tonight.

Oh, Brooks baby, the bling made Sara crazy

Playboy wants it, he’s giving up the fight.

Playboy’s—”

War clamps a hand over his mouth. “If you use my wife’s name in your song about Playboy’s glitter dick, I’m going to put my fist through your face.”

Aiden blinks.

“So you’re going to stop singing, right?”

Aiden nods, his dark eyes wide.

War angles in closer, and I’m pretty sure he’s growling. Finally, he releases Aiden. “If we’re all ready to act like big boys now, can we get this over with?” He motions toward the door.

I give myself one final pep talk before heading in.

When I walk out of here, I’ll finally have the glitter. And considering I can’t have sex for months, no one is getting fucking pregnant. Fake or otherwise.

THREE

HANNAH

“Areyou sure you don’t mind?”

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