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Brooke bumps my shoulder as she walks by. “Hey, Honey said to remind you that they need your new pics this week.” She grins as she drops into a chair beside me. “Apparently, all the women at the retirement center are chomping at the bit to see Sparkles in all his glory.”
“They know they aren’t getting dick pics, right?” I ask, my eyes widening.
Everyone laughs.
“I’m serious,” I say. “I’m starting to get stage fright.”
“Your last picture was a hit,” Jess says, smirking.
I narrow my gaze at him. “You are my least favorite brother. I like you even less than Foxx.”
“I’m wounded,” Foxx deadpans, bored with the conversation.
“Foxx,” I say, “let me ask you a question. How did we all get amazing personalities, and you got one that resembles a cardboard box? Did you have to sacrifice that for the rest of us? If so, thanks, big guy.”
He’s nonplussed. “I would like to apologize on behalf of all your siblings that we didn’t leave any brain cells for you.”
“How do you get through the day without someone trying to fight you?” I ask.
“I never said I get through a day without someone trying to fight me.”
“What do you do all day, anyway?”
His lips twitch. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
“Tell him,” Jess says, making everyone laugh. “Please.”
I study Foxx across the table.Yup. It’s time you got roped into the family shenanigans.
Mom calls everyone to the kitchen to make their plates of food.
My mind goes to Sara and her smart-mouth, sweet-ass, gorgeous self. The way she fell onto my lap last night. How easy it was to hold her there.How much I liked it.
But does it matter, really, how much I liked having her against me when I knowit’s Sara, for crying out loud? She’s a player. A vixen.
"I don’t want a boyfriend. I want the benefits of having one. I want sex, but not the other crap that goes along with it. I just don’t have the stomach for it.”
She’s a woman who won’t be tamed.
Not that I’d want to tame her, but I’m not in the market to spend time with a woman who bothers me as much as she turns me on.
Nah, fuck that.
She can stay Maddox’s problem. God knows I don’t need any more of those in my life.
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Banks
“Hey, Banks,” Ashley says, smiling at me over the back of the sofa.
The floor lamps cast a warm glow over the living room. It’s a stark contrast to the inky night sky through the windows. But as I make my way into the living room, I pause and take in the scene before me.
This is suspicious.
Ashley sits on one end of the couch with a smile a bit too wide—even for her. Maddox stands behind her, clutching a beer. I’ve seen this look on his face before. He’s borderline pissed.At least I didn’t have anything to do with it for once. But then my gaze swings to the other side of the room, to the chair and ottoman next to the fireplace, andshit.
My stomach drops and then twists so hard my abs flex.
