Page 99 of The Situation
Tate snickers. “Yup.”
“That’s mean!”
“Heisa prick sometimes,” he says. “But he married my best friend, which is great for him and terrible for me because I lost her in the deal. But they’re happy, and I still call Carys whenever I want to?—”
“Wait.” My jaw drops.No. This is not … no.“What’s her name?”
“Carys,” he says slowly.
Oh God.I close my eyes. “What’s her last name, Tate?”
“Johnso …holy fuck.”
Holy fuck is right.
He shoots up in bed.
Cringing, I open my eyes and brace myself.
My features display shock, in that my ex-stepdaughter is my … whatever Tate is to me at this point’s best friend. Tate’s features also display shock in a much more entertaining way.
This is not going to be good.
“You’re the hot stepmommy,” he says, his eyes twinkling.
“What are you talking about?”
He climbs out of bed, laughing hysterically. “Why didn’t I put this together before now? It all makes sense.” He faces me as if he just solved world hunger. “The Legends! That’s why that was so familiar to me.”
“How did you know that?”
“Carys might’ve stalked you—don’t judge her, though. Never tell her that I told you that.”
She stalked me?“Okay …”
“It was harmless,” he says. “Don’t panic.Anyway, I saw a picture of you looking hot as fuck in your cheer uniform. And I’ve always teased Carys that I wanted to bang her hot stepmommy.Now I’m banging her hot stepmommy.”
“Never call me that again.”
He cackles. “New kink unlocked.”
“Stop it!”
“Wanna role-play?” He wiggles his brows. “You can?—”
“Tate! Stop,” I say, trying not to laugh at his ridiculousness.
“You didn’t even hear me out.”
I sigh.
“You can call me Daddy if you want.”
I climb out of bed and cross my arms over my chest. “This isn’t funny.”
He grabs his cock and palms it. “You’re right.It’s hot as fuck.”
Tate walks toward me with a glimmer in his eye. I take a step back. Then another. His smile grows wider with each movement, and the pull in my core grows tighter.
