Page 9 of Blinded By The Sun
“Good, now, let’s go get some breakfast, I’m starving.”
Boston chuckles standing up with me. “You suck at changing the subject at hand.”
“What subject?”
“That phone call seems to have pissed you off.”
“It didn’t. I don’t care what King does with her pussy.”
Boston chuckles, shaking his head. “Ah. Her name is King, I like her already.”
“Then you can have her, I’m done with her.” I admit.
Boston laughs this time deeply as we walk out of the loft. “Yeah, eh? I should just take her that easily, huh. You’ve never played fairly or well with your new toys.”
“We were kids then.” I retort.
He snorts. “Some shit doesn’t change.”
I walk away from him as he mounts his bike. I should walk back and tip it over while he’s still on it. As if Boston can sense what I’m thinking, he looks up and flips me the bird. I chuckle and walk to the car.
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