“I’m having chocolate shipped from Belgium just for you, sweetheart.”
“You’re ruining the surprise,” Kendall pouted.
Johnnie grinned. “I can’t help it, gorgeous. You make me insane.”
“The feeling is mutual,” Kendall said, and they all laughed.
“I can’t wait until you see the flowers I bought for you.”
Kendall poked him, although Johnnie’s fucking game became crystal fucking clear to Christopher. He got an inkling of where this was going because the fuckhead was as stupid as ever and never knew when to shut the fuck up.
“Why don’t you girls go back to the den?” Christopher blurted, hoping to curtail Johnnie’s fuckup. “Johnnie about to fuck up, Megan,” he whispered.
She slid to her feet. “Uh, yeah—”
“Go, love,” Johnnie said. “Just remember to throw Bash’s flowers away.”
Kendall smiled. So far, so good. “Don’t be jealous of Bash, Johnnie. He’s quite charming, but I loveyou.”
Johnnie kissed her again. “If you would’ve acted like it yesterday, I wouldn’t have had to spend so much fucking money to prove that to you, Kendall.
She froze. All her momentary peace and happiness fled.
“Idiot,” Megan said under her breath.
Grinning as if he hadn’t just broken Kendall’s heart all over again, Johnnie returned to his seat and sipped his Scotch. “Honestly, gorgeous, I’m shocked that you think any man should spend so much on you. You’re a middle-aged woman and you should be above all that.”
Mort scratched his jaw. Pursing his lips, Val glanced at the table. Stretch drummed his fingers.
What else could any motherfucker do with that fucking level of cluelessness?
Megan, Roxanne, Zoann, and Bunny were gaping at that fuckhead like he’d gone insane. And,still, he wouldn’t shut his fucking piehole.
“Besides, Kendall, you haven’t been very dutiful to me, so I think you made me jealous on purpose. You knew I’d want to outspend that fuckhead to stake my claim and remind everyone you’re mine.” Johnnie drank again. “I wish the boys were still here.”
“Johnnie, don’t—”
“They’d see what I mean when I said you still act like a cunt sometimes,” he barreled on, interrupting Valandignoring the plea on his face. “But you win, gorgeous. You got me to act like Christopher does behind Megan.”
Kendall stared at Johnnie as if she’d never seen that motherfucker before.
He frowned at her. “What, Kendall? What the fuck did I say now that’s pissed you off?”
“How about everything?” Val told him.
Smiling, Kendall walked the short distance to where Johnnie sat at the same table as Cash and Digger. She still held her crystal Scales of Justice.
She slammed that motherfucker to the floor. The shattering glass echoed in the silence of the room. Holding Johnnie’s shocked gaze, she stomped the million little pieces for good measure and stormed the fuck away.
Your lips are like garlic pods
Your eyes are like your lips because your lips are like your eyes
Your skin as is smooth as a cheesecake after the graham cracker crust is peeled away
Growling in frustration, Kaia tossed his notebook against the wall. Try as he might, he couldn’t come up with a poem to both impress Rebel and adequately describe her. As much as he’d believed working in the house would be a turning point in his life, it only left him feeling more inadequate and alone. This was Rebel’s world, and he’d never live up to it.
Bishop was at the get-together with everyone else, but Diesel told Kaia not to bother coming because he wasn’t welcomed.
