Page 129 of Rhet

“With all of this, I walk in on him getting his dick swallowed in the kitchen corridor of this place.”

Well shit, he couldn’t keep it in his pants until after the award’s show?

“He has forgotten who exactly I am.” She does that nod psychos do before they commit a crime on CSI.

“I’m about to remind him.” She trembles slightly when she says that. For the first time, she looks at me. “You look so gorgeous, by the way.”

I smile, happy at least one Banner thinks so. “Thank you so do you.”

“I love my son, but he’s his father’s child. Don’t let him walk over you. If you want him, make him see he’s the one who’s lucky, not just you.” She pats my cheek.

“Thank you. I will remember that.” I smile sadly at her.

“Well, I must look like a blubbering mess. Let me go reapply my makeup and play my part.”

She stands and dusts the imaginary lint off her dress. I stand too, wanting to be as far away from this whole mess as possible.

“You still look lovely.” I give her a sad smile. “Have a good night, Mrs. Banner.”

RHET

Ajazz singer is on the stage is singing Misty. People are talking around me some passing to shake my hand and congratulate me on my award. Zeeta is nowhere in sight. She left. I want to roar at someone. Or shoot someone in their knees.

“Before you go home. I suggest you get rid of the Peppa pig over there,” Dax says he points to York.

I look at my friend. “What the hell is a Peppa pig?”

“A British kid’s cartoon, it’s a pig, that’s highly annoying,” he replies causally as if we’re talking about the weather.

I search the room, finding the object of my newfound hate talking to my old hateful friends Mr. Carson and Senator Barrett out on the verandah.

“Are you coming with?” I look back at Dax.

“I wouldn’t miss this shit for the world.” He watches a woman pass by him and hits her with a cunning smile. She doesn’t stand a chance if he comes at her.

As we get closer to the trio, the Senator tenses, then Mr. Carson looks up with a hateful expression, and then there’s Peppa. I like Peppa for a nickname more than Henry Cavill.

“Gentlemen.” I place myself in the midst of their circle.

Interestingly they all tense when they see me. I couldn’t be happier, that means they all know what I’m capable of.

“Senator Barrett, you good?” I hit his shoulder hard. He looks at me like he could just choke me, but he knows he can’t.

“Carson.” I smirk.

“Banner, still trying to be something you clearly aren’t aka your brother.” Carson and his merry idiots all chortle. I want kill him on the spot.

Instead, I punch him where it hurts the most. “How’s Thunder Cunt and her mom?”

Carson’s face drops, I’m sure my words take him back. “Sorry, I meant your daughter and wife. Is your wife still sucking everyone’s dick but yours?”

Carson’s face goes from pale white to beet red.

“You look like a thermometer on a hot day. Anyway, I came to see you.” I looked at the Great Value version of Henry Cavill.

Carson and the Senator begin to move away, but the Great Value knock off wasn’t having any of it.

“You both can stay this wanker won’t be here for long.” His English accent thickens.

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