Page 103 of Sacrifice
I laugh. “If you think you hate her, you don’t.”
“How’s that? I think I hate her. No, I hate her.”
“No, you’re pissed at her for not playing the game you play.” I laugh. “Let me guess . . . she doesn’t like being fucked and chucked and then called to fuck again later when you’re bored?”
“Exactly,” he says, slamming his bottle on the table. “What’s wrong with her?”
“Sounds like she’s got class, which means it’ll never work between you two. Move along, man.”
He tips his beer back and finishes it. “Yeah. Fuck her. Who needs a chick with perfect tits, the best ass I’ve ever seen outta clothes, and a pussy that grips my dick like a vise? Not me. Not. Fucking. Me.”
I laugh, grabbing a toothpick out of my pocket and sticking it in my mouth. I want a beer pretty fucking bad and I gotta keep my mouth distracted.
A group of three girls appears at the mouth of the hallway leading to the bathrooms. They’re obviously well on their way to being soused, giggling and trying to balance on their heels. They spot us sitting in the corner and head our way.
“Remember, you’re with Jules now. You really need to do the right thing here,” Will says, his eyes lighting up at the opportunity that seems to be presenting itself.
I watch them walk our way. Their perfume gets to our table way before they do.
“Hey, boys,” the tallest blonde says. Her red lipstick is the color of cherries. “You guys need some company tonight?”
“He doesn’t,” Will says, nodding at me. “But I am kinda lonely.”
The shorter blonde bends down, her tits in his face. “Ah, we can fix that, baby.” She sits on his lap, wrapping her arm around his neck.
Will looks at me incredulously, but he’s not about to argue it. The taller blonde sits in a chair on the other side of him. The brunette looks at me.
“You need some company, sexy?” she asks me.
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Okay.” She walks behind Will and massages his shoulders.
He looks at me like he’s hit the jackpot and, for him, maybe he has. Maybe not.
But then his eyes go wide and he fidgets in his seat. His face pales, looking like he’s seen a ghost.
I follow his line of sight to the front door. Two girls walk in and one is looking directly at Will. She stops mid-step and glares his way.
Will swallows, ignoring the three girls around him.
This is going to be interesting.
She nods to our table and says something to the girl with her. She looks our way and heads towards us. Every step they take our way, Will looks more nervous.
“Hey, Will,” the redhead says brightly. There’s a layer of irritation just beneath her words and I realize who this is.
“Hey, Macie,” he says, gritting his teeth.
I can’t help but laugh. Will flashes me a hateful look and I just laugh harder.
“Who are your friends?” she asks cheerfully.
“I . . . uh . . . I—”
“I’m Wendy. This is Trista and that’s Maggie.” The blonde on his right flips her hair back off her shoulder. I settle back into my seat and watch the show.
“Nice to meet you,” Macie says, glaring at Will. “I was going to call you tonight, but I can see you’re busy.”
