“Can we be crass?” the guy closest to me asks, and I’m honestly impressed he uses such a big word.
“Sure.”
“Okay, so… You’ve been dating a guy for a month, and it’s finally the big day you two are going to do it.” The guys around the table are all giggling like schoolgirls except one, the guy I assume they’re all making fun of with this little question. “You’re about to get busy, he drops his drawers, and his penis is so small it’s almost an innie… What do you do?”
I honestly feel bad for the guy. I don’t know what’s worse—having the world’s tiniest penis, or his friends knowing about it.
“He better be damn good with his tongue,” I say.
The looks on their faces are priceless.
“So, you wouldn’t end the relationship?” another guy asks.
I shake my head. “Let’s face it, boys. Someday, all your dicks won’t work and will be useless anyway, but a tongue is forever.” I smirk as their mouths hang open.
I turn my back and head toward the bar, but I stop dead when I see Angelo staring at my glowing phone.
Oh no.Shit.
I walk faster, and any sense of victory from moments ago is gone. I quickly snatch my phone off the bar as soon as I can.
“So, who’sThe Best You’ll Ever Have?”
I stare at my phone, seeing the funny little name he must’ve put in my contacts when I was sleeping or you know…passed out.
“We’re just friends.” I slide my finger across the screen, opening the entire message, thankful Angelo could only see the nickname.
I’m typing out a reply when Michelle walks up to us and looks over my shoulder. “Who are you texting?” she asks, being just as nosy as my brother.
“The best she’ll ever have,” Angelo tells her.
I glare at him. “Don’t start,” I warn.
“Daphne, you can’t be serious,” Michelle says because she knows exactly who we’re talking about.
“You know him?” Angelo raises an eyebrow, getting all intense.
I turn to her and narrow my eyes. “Shut your mouth, Michelle,” I whisper.
“No.” Michelle smiles at Angelo and shakes her head. “I don’t know him, know him.”
I’m ready to reach out and wrap my fingers around her neck, strangling the life out of her and the ability to rat me out. She’s my best friend and is always supposed to have my back, even when I’m fucking everything up.
“He’s just some guy we met,” Michelle says, covering for me and therefore saving her own life.
Angelo isn’t buying what she’s selling, but he doesn’t have time to argue because a customer on the other end of the bar is waving him down. One of his female regulars who only wants him.
Michelle snatches the phone from my hand. “You can’t be serious with this shit. You know how dangerous he is?”
I grab the phone back before stuffing it into my back pocket to avoid anything else being seen. “He said one date and he’d leave me alone,” I tell her.
“A man like Leo doesn’t do just one date, Daphne.”
“How would you know?”
“I heard about him.” She raises an eyebrow as her lips flatten.
“Heard what?”
