I swear to God, Thundercunt, if you kick her out of here, I’m going to haunt your ass for eternity.
“It’s not what’s with her. It’s about the matter of fucking her.” North’s tone and gaze are icy as he shoots Hunter a glare.
Wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
What?
But it seems Nash hasn’t seen the glare directed at Hunter because he just shrugs. “Fuck off, North. I was a good boy. I haven’t fucked her in days. Even if I wanted to,” he states, muttering the last part.
Well, that’s at least some good news.
But that means I was gone longer than I thought.
“Yeah, but Hunter just did,” North spits out, and Nash’s and my head turn to Hunter so damn quick that it’s a good thing ghosts can’t get whiplash. “They had a little fun time in the hot tub.”
I’m so shocked that if my heart was still beating, it would skip a beat. As it is, it’s like I can feel my heartbeat in my throat.
Is there such a thing as a phantom heartbeat?
“Liked what you saw, brother? I didn’t know you were into voyeurism,” Hunter shoots back just as cold.
“If you wanted privacy, you shouldn’t have fucked her in the open where everyone could see it. Lio could have walked in on that.”
Hunter is about to retort, but Nash now stands too. “Can we put the Lio matter on the side for a second and talk about the fact that Hunt just fuckedmygirl?”
“She’s not your girl,” comes from Hunter, North, and me in unison.
“Oh, what would you call it then? I picked her up from a bar the old-fashioned way while you stole her out of my bed!” Nash accuses Hunter, but he just pushes out a laugh.
“She’s not your fucking girl. You just fucked her. Everybody knows you don’t give a shit about the girls you fuck,” Hunter mutters.
Well, true.
“Good to know that you know what I care about and what not since we talk so much. Since youcare,” Nash shoots back. His voice has so much emotion and hurt that it makes us all pause.
Doeshe give a fuck about her?
And why is he hurt?
“Anyway, we need to talk this shit out,” North states, getting back to business. “This isn’t going to fester and get between us.”
She has already gotten between them, given how they are glaring at each other.
“Why do you even care?” Hunter asks, but it sounds like a challenge to my ears.
He knows something.
“Because I kissed her,” North declares, and all of our heads spin to him, eyes wide in shock. “So she’s at leastkissedall of us now.”
Not all, but I’m working on that one.
“Why would you even do that? You call her a gold digger most of the time,” Nash states, fuming. “You don’t even like her!”
“Yeah, well, maybe I was wrong.” North’s statement is followed by dead silence.
Did Thundercunt just admit that he was wrong?
