Page 5 of Rocked By Fate

His laughter returns, but the car starts moving.

TWO

LANDON

Ipull my phone out of my pocket just after the vibration stops, unlocking it to a message from Maddox.

Maddox:WYD? That hurricane brewing looks wicked. Predicted to be a Cat 4 by landfall and headed straight for Louisiana.

Hence why I’m here . . .

Me:Sitting in some dress shop in Hollywood. Shit’s different here.

Maddox:Hollywood? I see where your priorities are . . .

Me:With the hot girl who rides my dick and makes me come, yes. Always. None of you dickheads do that.

Maddox:LMAO. That’s not it. Lots of girls have done that. None of said girls had your time or undivided attention, let alone loyalty. You’ve been chasingthattail since November. You love this one. I want to hear you admit it. You got that girl locked up tighter than a preacher’s daughter on a Saturday night. She tells nothing.

I hate when he goads me. Fucker. I’ll never cave. We can dance around this forever. Maddox took one look at Gabby and was in love. Blasts it for everyone to hear. Would kill anyone that tried to take her. Not me; at least not the blasting it part. Paxtyn is the only one that gets glimpses of my vulnerability. It drives him fucking crazy that two people can love each other and keep it private. To me, it means more. People can see what they want to see. Whether it’s accurate or not makes no difference to me.

I respond, hunched over with my elbows on my thighs and my phone in both hands between my knees.

Me:She rides it the best.

Maddox:She met Mama, it’s a lot more than that.

Fuck you, Lakyn. And your soft spot for Maddox too.

Me:Mind your own business.

Maddox:LOL. That’s all I needed to know. Why are you in a dress shop? I wasn’t allowed to do that with Gabby before she started showing because it was for a bridal gown.

Me:Prom is calling and I’m home.

Maddox:Landon Scott going back to high school. Never thought I’d see the day. You her bodyguard so no one gets a pass?

Me:Damn right. I guard my pussy. Plus, she didn’t bitch when she thought I was going to be working. Didn’t even ask me to take off.

Maddox:Little Scott’s growing up. Makes me proud. If you were here, I’d buy you a beer.

I laugh out accidentally, my fingers already tapping.

Me:Shut up.

Maddox:Send me pictures for blackmail. Or for proof when you try to pretend it didn’t happen. Oh yeah. Happy birthday, dick. Welcome to twenty-five.

Since I’m the youngest of the three . . .

Me:Thanks.

Maddox:She give you birthday sex yet?

My mouth tilts, remembering the backseat of her car a few hours ago.

Me:Sex, yes. I don’t think she realizes it was special sex. She prefers Insta, as you would know. Probably hasn’t been on Facebook to see it blasted all over my wall by people I never talk to.

I can hear his laugh now as it says he’s typing.

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