Page 104 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“It’s just that you are too mean to be handsome. You’re more sexy than handsome.”
That was it, she was not having anything else to drink.
“Are you smiling?” Levi cocked a brow.
I was not smiling. “Are you going to open the door or are we going to stand in the hall all fucking day?”
“Alright, alright.” Levi rolled his eyes and opened the door.
There was a total of seven people in the room, all of whom I knew in one way or another.
Ravi and Jerry were over by the bar, pouring themselves drinks of what looked like gin or vodka. Zoe and Layton Van Houten were looking as pompous as ever on the brown leather couch in the middle of the room.
Next to Layton was his on-and-off again girlfriend, Stacy. In the right corner of the room, thumbing through a magazine was Zoe’s best friend, Ginny, and finally seated in the wingback chair next to the couch was Kash fucking Murphy.
“Seriously?” I growled at Levi.
“Oh, did I not mention that Kash was here? It must’ve slipped my mind.” He shrugged.
Slipped his mind, my ass.
“Alright,” Levi called out while walking into the room. “I brought people as requested.”
“Issac,” Zoe rolled her eyes from me to Levi. “Really, that’s who you brought?”
Did I mention that Zoe was a complete and utter cunt?
“Zoe,” I nodded at her. “Always a pleasure.”
I hated her almost as much as I hated her brother. Layton gave lazy entitlement a whole new meaning. He expected everything handed to him on a silver platter. The guy didn’t have an original thought in his head. Maybe if he didn’t have his dick shoved so far up his sister’s ass, he’d be able to think for himself.
“Stop complaining,” Ginny waved her hand at Zoe. “You were the one who wanted two more.”
No one in this room was as evil as Ginny Thomas. That girl was a demon in six-inch stilettos. However, she was a fun fuck.
Kash narrowed his eyes in our direction and tipped his head. “Georgia?”
She smiled and waved, “Hi.”
“Don’t wave at him.” I yanked on her arm, pulling her closer to me.
“Hey!” Kash shot out of his chair. “Don’t tell her what to do. Are you okay, Georgia?”
This mother…
“Did I say you could talk to her? How many times do I have to tell you, Murphy?” I puffed my chest out and stepped forward. “She’s mine.”
“You guys aren’t going to fight again, are you?” Georgia asked. “’Cause if you are, I’m gonna need more of that juice.”
And just like that, Georgia Pyne became the object of Zoe Van Houten’s fascination. Her eyes lit up as they went from Kash to me and back again. But it was the smile that curled her lips when she looked over at Georgia that told me my night wasn’t going to get any better.
“Georgia, is it?” Zoe asked, way too sweetly. “Do you know how to play truth or dare?”
That was the game Levi brought us here for? I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. If anything, I should be worried. Things like truth or dare with this crowd were not friendly games. They were spiteful mind-fuckeries meant to tear each other down.
“I know the basic premise,” Georgia said. “If you pick truth, you have to tell the truth. If you pick dare, you have to do the dare.”
“That’s right, but you can only pick truth twice before you have to take a dare.” Zoe patted the empty cushion beside her. “You can sit over here with me.”
