Page 60 of Sweet Venom
Why are you texting me this late in the evening, Jude?
As per my first text, to compliment your cooking.
Is the compliment in the room with us?
What’s with these spurts of sarcasm? Or are you more daring when typing? Like those keyboard warriors?
I would just appreciate it if you leave me alone.
You should already know that won’t be happening. Especially now that I know the feel of your cunt. Mmm. Might jump through your window for another taste and have you wrap those lips around my cock this time.
Is this your new method of tormenting me?
Maybe.
You should go to sleep. It’s not good to stay up late.
My, is that concern?
Let’s call it that if it makes you leave me alone.
Careful, sweetheart. You’re piquing my interest.
Oh no. I thought it was already piqued, considering all the stalking, breaking and entering, and everything in between.
Hmm. You are more audacious in texts.
And you’re the same in every version. Oh, how is Mario, by the way?
Well.
Wow, okay. I guess he doesn’t matter to you either if his being shotwarrants a one-word reply.
Or maybe you shouldn’t bring up another man when I’m talking to you. By the way, you should come watch me practice tomorrow.
Not sure if your stalking sessions have come up short, but I have no interest in hockey and even less so since I know you play it.
Why?
Because I kind of don’t like you and would rather stay away from anything related to you.
You seemed to like me just fine when you were riding my face earlier today, sweetheart.
I’m not sure if you heard, but there’s this thing called ‘sex has nothing to do with feelings.’ Or did you believe only men are capable of that?
Certainly not. But I’m also aware of your disappointing sex streak. Tell you what, sweetheart. I want you to watch the Vipers game replays from the previous seasons.
No, thank you.
I’m sorry if it seemed like you have a choice. If you don’t watch a replay every day and text me the highlights right after, I’ll slice Mario’s throat because he failed to do his job.
You’re a monster.
Your monster, sweetheart.
So that’s what I’m looking at right now, my lips twitching at the corner. A text from Violet that landed in my messages not too long ago.
Highlights: you won your opening game of the last season, and you hit more people than should be allowed. At least you werepenalized for it, which made me feel better. Davenport is the only levelheaded player amongst you all, and I still dislike this game and you.
