“That I wondered how I could get you off so splendidly, and you never figured out, when the favor was returned, you were supposed to do the same fucking thing,” he retorted.
Eek!
Well, she asked.
“You liked my mouth on you,” she asserted.
“One more thing I’ll give to you,” he drawled. “When a man enjoys your mouth on him, he either wants to come in it, or can’t wait to come in you. He doesn’t make an excuse to go to the bathroom to finish himself off so he can get some sleep.”
Dang.
Chelsea tried tears now, snuffling, “I was a lunatic for ever falling in love with you.”
“Go, mate,” Rally urged. “Court and I’ll get her upstairs.”
Battle glanced at Tempie, who gave him a nod, then he stalked out, without looking at anyone else, including me.
Fair play to him.
Because that was insane.
Boy, when Tempie told me if Chelsea stepped over his line, he’d eviscerate her, she wasn’t joking.
“I already wish I never knew your name!” Chelsea shrieked after him.
“Let’s go, Chels. We’ll get you sorted and somewhere…else,” Rally said.
Chelsea turned on me.
“Just so you know,” she was still sniffling, “you’re the flavor of the month. He collects promising young things. But he won’t make you a duchess.” She glared Prue and Chastity’s way. “Not while he has so much weight hanging on him. He’ll never make anyone his duchess.”
My head was about to explode.
I mean…
How dare she?
Though, one thing good about that, Battle didn’t witness it. If he had, I feared he’d strangle the life out of her.
But cool as a cucumber, Tempie sat back in her seat and said, “Bitch, get the fuck out of my sight then get out of my fucking house.”
Chelsea opened her mouth, but Rally bit, “Not another word. Let’s go.”
Chelsea shot him a glare before she rolled her shoulders and stormed out.
Rally followed her, his body so stiff with anger, I worried he’d sprain something.
Courtney popped up and started out but turned to us.
“I’m so, so sorry. I had no idea all of that was happening. She told me?—”
“We know it isn’t you, dear,” Tempie said in her warm/cool way that only Tempie could manage. “I’m sorry she made you feel like it was. But I do ask you to make sure she gets in the taxi. I don’t trust myself to do it. And once she’s gone, we’ll all much prefer our Sunday.”
Courtney nodded and took off.
I turned back to Tempie to see her lifting her hand palm out Prue and Chassie’s way.
“But, Tempie,” Prue said.
