Page 74 of Rhet

At seven thirty my phone rings, I scramble across my kitchen counter to get it. Only to see it’s Dax.

“What MILF fucker?” I’m on fucking edge.

“Well, someone has a dildo up his ass?” Dax chuckles.

“I took it from your house. What do you want?” I look at the clock one more time.

“I’m thinking about going to your club to have a drink. Care to join me?” he asks.

My best friend is asking me out for a drink, I should go instead of staying home pining over a nobody.

“Time?”

“Around nine?”

“Not really in the mood.” That was the most honest thing I said this year.

“Its’s Sunday. The fuck is wrong with you? Fine, wanna go to the Drip bar, Evans will be there.”

“I can’t stand Evans you know that right,” I grumble as I look out the window, trying to see if she’s back. Still nothing.

“Do you know who hates you more between those two?” He laughs out loud.

“No, and I don’t-give-a-fuck. Are you still dating Jaspers’ ex?”

Dax grumbles, “I took her out for dinner, but she is not into me anyway.”

“Okay, nine. I gotta go.”

I wipe my hand down my face feeling dumb as ever. “It’s Sunday. She is off today. She must have turned her phone off.”

I shake my head, not bothering to call. I need to get out of my house. I don’t know what the hell is going with me, but this needs to stop.

ZEETA

Ihave a love hate relationship with Sundays. It’s the only day I get to spend at home with my family. Penny and I were supposed to do lunch, but she had a last-minute date.

Instead, I clean up my mom’s room and do a little laundry to help Ms. Helen. All the while trying not to think of last night. It’s getting dark, so I need to head back soon.

I walk upstairs to my brother’s room to check to see if he has any dirty laundry. His door is open as I hear him on the phone. “Yes sir.”

I push it all the way open, and I walk in. “She’s right here, sir. Hold on.”

I look at the phone Dante tries to pass my way. “Who is that?” I question.

“Mr. C and why is your phone off?” he asks.

I groan, knowing what he wants. I take the phone from Dante. “Hi Mr. C. How are you?”

“Cut the bullshit. Your phone is off, and you haven’t reported to me for the week,” he huffs over the phone.

“My phone most likely is dead, I’m sorry.” I am starting to resent taking the deal with Mr. C.

“Have you found out anything about Banner’s bid?” he probes.

I’ve found out a ton, but for some reason I keep the information to myself. “Nothing, sir. He spoke over the phone about bids, but he stopped when he saw me in the corner.”

“Should I take you off and send in someone else?” Mr. C’s voice makes me pull the phone back from my ear.

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