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“Would you stop it!”Derek snaps, startling me. I glare over at him.
“Stop what? I’m sitting here minding my own damn business!”
“If I watch you lean that fucking chair back to see if Sunday is coming out one more time, I’m going to snap. And when it happens, I will no longer be in control of my actions.” I roll my eyes, and Atlas sighs longingly.
“I wish Ren would get her nipples pierced. I would latch on to those puppies permanently.”
“Just what your wife needs.” Fox snorts and Atlas shrugs, ignoring his comment.
“So, Ash, what are you doing this weekend?” I raise a brow.
“I am leaving in a couple days for Mom and Neil’s wedding, why?”
Atlas frowns, as he looks crestfallen. “I was hoping that we could hang out and play video games.” Janie snorts as she walks out of the back room.
“Jesus, video games? How old are you?”
“Says the woman playing war video games in the break room!” I state and Janie looks towards me as if I’ve betrayed her.
“Wait.” Derek stands up and cocks a brow at the redhead. “Are you the one that fucked up my stats last month?” Janie winces at the man before shooting me a death glare.
“I told you I was innocent!” Atlas sighs. “Fucking got crucified and everything over that damn game… Hey, wait a minute.” Atlas looks over at Janie with a similar look of betrayal on his face that she had previously sported. “You were here the day he was up my ass. After the fight we had, you brought me a muffin to cheer me up… fucking Judas!” He points an accusatory finger at Janie, who glares back at me.
“Are you happy?” she asks sharply. “See what you’ve done.”
“Me?” I cry, pointing at my chest. “Why didn’t you just start a new game and not touch Derek’s player?”
“Because!” she grumbles in annoyance. “He had all the cool stuff, how was I supposed to know he would lose rankings!”
I am about to speak when Stevie and Sunday come out of the back room.
“Wow,” Fox chuckles. “You were silent, usually we can still hear a little cry when Stevie does the second one.” Sunday gives him a little curtsy.
“Stevie is fast and as gentle as possible, plus I have a high pain tolerance.” I watch as she looks herself over in the mirror.
“Do you need to check for evenness?” Atlas freezes at his words and looks up at me in horror. “That slipped out, I swear I’m in tattoo-shop-mode.” He gives me an apologetic look and even though I completely get it, I’m still beating his ass later.
Wait, why is he givingmean apologetic look? Why would I care? I mean… I do, but how would he know?
Sunday laughs lightly. “Thanks, but Stevie, Janie, and Indy all already checked.”
Stevie hands Sunday one of our aftercare bags. “Alright, they take nine to twelve months to heal, clean them a couple times a day. Loose clothes for the next couple days. No baths or public swimming pools. And don’t let anyone suck on them for… I’d say a minimum of four weeks, but if you could push it longer, that would be better.”
“Oh, trust me,” Sunday says while grabbing the bag. “No one is sucking on my tits.”
I watch as Sunday says bye to everyone and walks to the door. “Sunshine!” I call and walk to the door. “I’ll walk you out, I need to talk to you.” She seems hesitant but nods.
Once we are outside in the bright sun, I watch her pull out her phone and squint at the screen.
“What’s up?”
“Trying to get an Uber home,” she mutters.
“Want me to drive you?” She looks up and raises a brow.
“Why?”
“Because it’ll save you money, it’ll take me fifteen minutes and I need to talk to you for a minute.” She pauses and it looks like she’s weighing her options before shrugging and giving me a nod. I smile and walk with her around the building to my car, opening the passenger door for her once we get there.
