Great. Even Eli's on board with this.
My phone starts chiming, over and over. I pull it out and then read the string of text messages flooding the group chat.
Uknown number: Who the fuck did you just add, Feisty Mouse?
Eli: Ryan.
Uknown number: Why? You know that marriage is fake.
Uknown number: Asshole, Ryan can see your messages.
Unknown number: Like I’m saying something he doesn’t already know.
Uknown number: You’re the one who’s getting the belt when I get home.
Uknown number: Yeah, sure. If you’re not crying because your team loses to the Penguins. Rangers suck.
I look at Eli. “Who else is in the chat?”
“Oh, that’s Killian and Jackson.”
Merci huffs. “Yeah, they fight in there, too. Also, get used to knowing way too much about their sex life.”
Eli giggles. “You share just as much about yours. You even put a picture of yourself in the sex swing.”
“With clothes on,” Merci says.
Maybe I need to rethink being part of their group chat.
“I'm in,” Viktor says before handing my laptop to Merci.
My brows shoot up, mouth agape as I blink rapidly. Did he just . . . yeah, he hacked into my laptop.
I need a better password.
Merci perches on the edge of my bed while Eli pulls out a black credit card from Connor’s wallet. Shit. This is gonna be so bad.
Merci's fingers fly over the keyboard. “Ryan, what do you want? Say 'nothing' and I'm buying you assless chaps.”
My face burns. “Jesus, Merci.”
“Tick tock. Tick tock.”
Shit.
Maybe if I give them something small they won't go completely insane with Connor's money. “New running shoes? The souls of mine are falling apart.”
Merci shoots me an incredulous look. “Boring as fuck. What else?”
I rub the back of my neck. “A better laptop? That one's from high school.”
“Now we're talking.” Viktor leans over Merci's shoulder to look at the screen. “Get the newest MacBook Pro. With all the upgrades.”
Goddamn. They're really going for blood. “Guys, maybe we shouldn't—”
“Add the extended warranty,” Viktor continues, completely ignoring me. “Oh, and this.”
I walk over and nearly choke on air. “An eight-hundred-dollar gaming chair?”
