“But my dad was so fucking stoned when he filled out the paperwork at the hospital that Harry apparently looked like Happy, so… that’s what was filed. Happy fuckin’ Slater.” I hold my arms out at the sides. “They were going to get it fixed, but my mom said it kinda just stuck, so they decided to roll with it,” I add with a shrug.
Hannah stares up at me, her dimpled smile infectious. “Okay, so, that’s, like, my new favorite storyever!”
“I’d never tell my mom this, but I’m kind of glad my dad was high that night.” I narrow my eyes in thought. “I can’t imagine beingHarry.”
“What was it like?” Hannah asks.
I quirk a brow.
“Growing up the son of a supermodelanda rockstar.”
Somehow, I refrain from rolling my eyes. “A supermodel and a rockstar. It sounds so…cringe. They’re just Mom and Dad.” I chuckle. “And growing up it was normal except my dad was always touring. And when he wasn’t touring, he was recording. And when he wasn’t recording, he was messing around with groupies behind my mom’s back.” I roll my eyes, remembering back to when I was a kid, hearing my parents argue, listening tomy mom cry late at night when she thought I was asleep, seeing the incriminating photos of my dad in the tabloid magazines she’d try to hide from me.
“Do you get along with him? Your dad, I mean.”
I nod. “Yeah. I mean, there was a time when I hated him for what he did to my mom, but I was just a kid. I didn’t understand. My parents were never meant to be, and they only stayed together because Mom got pregnant with me. They lasted way longer than they should have. Finally got divorced when I was fourteen, and I had to split my time between Los Angeles with my dad and here with Mom. The first couple of years after the split were hard because there was so much resentment. But as I got older, it was easy to see that they were just not right for each other. They were better off as friends. Now, they’re, like, best friends. It’s so weird. My dad calls my mom forrelationshipadvice. Of course, my mom tells him to stop dating women less than half his age, but my dad is a man of habit.”
Hannah laughs.
“What about you?” I ask, nudging her with my hip. “What was it like growing up the daughter of a badass hockey player turned hard-ass coach?”
I don’t miss the way she beams at the mention of her father, and that makes my heart swell.
“My dad is and always has been my best friend. Growing up, when he was still playing, it was hard because I never really had a great relationship with my mom, so I hated it when he was away.”
“Your mom still around?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah. She still lives in Charleston. Withsoon-to-behusband numberthree.”
“You were a beauty queen, weren’t you?” I smirk.
“Ugh. Don’t remind me.” She groans. “When my parents divorced, Dad got the assistant coach position here, and he had to leave. I was stuck with my mother, and she… she’s not a nice person. I mean, that sounds really dramatic, but she’s not. She was so mean. She used to call me fat every day.”
“I beg your fuckin’ pardon!” I balk before I can stop myself.
“Just a horrible person to the core.” She shakes her head to herself. “She tried to change me, tried to turn me into the perfect southern belle. And, yes, she forced me into pageants. A few of which I won. But it just wasn’t me. I hated all that bullshit.”
“Still got your crown?” I nudge her again, waggling my eyebrow suggestively.
She offers me a droll look and I laugh, holding my hands up in defense. “Always wanted to fuck a beauty queen.”
CHAPTER 12
HANNAH
The second we make it through the door to my apartment, I unleash Toast Malone before launching myself at Happy. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I crane up and crash my lips to his, pushing my tongue inside his mouth with a whimper. Effortlessly, he lifts me, and I link my legs around his hips, grinding into him, feeling his dick grow in his pants. I’m so damn needy after sucking his cock, still a sticky mess since the car, my panties as good as ruined.
“Someone’s needy,” Happy murmurs against my lips.
“I had theworstday,” I pout, biting his bottom lip between my teeth. “And I need you to help take my mind off assholes like Brookes Devereaux.”
Happy pulls back, looking at me with a quirked brow. “Why do I keep hearing that guy’s name today?”
“Because he’s a d-bag, that’s why,” I say hurriedly before claiming his mouth again.
Happy palms my ass through my jeans, grinding me harder against him and giving me the friction I so desperately need as he walks us through to my bedroom.
“What do you want first, Baby Draper?” he gruffs against my lips. “My tongue or my dick?”
