I don’t respond to that rhetorical question and peer outside her living room window instead. I parked my truck in front of her building and I covered my bike in the cargo bed. I need to keep an eye on it until I figure out where I’m going to store it.
“That’s yours?” she asks, walking up behind me.
My dick stiffens when I get a strong whiff of Gigi's perfume. I discreetly adjust myself as I answer her.
“You sound unimpressed.”
“Do you even care about the planet we’ll give to our children one day? That thing is a gas guzzler.”
“Children?” I scoff. “Are you even fucking yet?”
Shit, I didn’t mean to say that. The perfume made me do it. I probably sound exactly like the jackass she thinks I am. I’m not thinking straight ever since I saw her new and improved ass and that dude staring at it. It’s all I can think about.
Has he touched her?
“Thanks for reminding me why you had no friends ever,” she bites back.
She’s right. I never had any real friends in school, only minions to do my bidding and girls who wanted to fuck me. Truth be told, outside of my little brothers, Gigi was my only friend.
“How long have you been going out with that dude?”
“A long time.”
I think she’s lying.
Gigi and I haven’t had a meaningful conversation with each other since we were kids debating the rules of UNO cards. She’s never going to go for this line of questioning, but I try anyway.
“Does he know who your family is? Were you careful about what you told him?”
“What’s with the twenty questions?”
See.
“Just making polite conversation while you figure out where I’m sleeping. This is a one-bedroom apartment, right?”
“Since you’re so interested in talking, why don’t you tell me where’ve you been the last five years.”
“I didn’t think you noticed.”
“I barely did. I’m just being polite.”
“You’ve gotten meaner.” I point out as my lips curl into a smile. I like mean Gigi. “I was in Miami.”
“Obviously, I knew where you were, but why were you there?”
“I was living with my Aunt Kat for a while.”
“Again… the question of the day is why?”
I’m not dumb. I know what she’s really asking. Gigi must have heard whispers between her parents about me being in trouble after high school. If nothing else, every kid in Philadelphia knew that I had a short fuse and that I loved to fight, especially when I felt justified. Thankfully, times have changed.
“I think my folks were afraid that I was going to actually hurt someone if I didn’t get out of town. I was having some anger management issues back in those days.”
“And you worked all of that out, huh?”
“Something like that.”
“How did you magically do that?”
