Cane blew out a breath and took a step back. “You know what? I don’t need this shit.”
“That makes two of us.” I turned on my heel and marched into the bar. I made my way through the crowd until I got to the front and spotted Kari and Max talking to a couple of people.
Cane’s arrogance made me seethe.Who did he think he was?
I stood beside my sister, trying to avoid eye contact.
“Let’s get out of here,” Kari said, squeezing Max’s bicep. “Where’s Cane?”
“I have no idea,” I said as nonchalantly as I could.
Max shot me a look before he began scanning the crowds for his friend.
“Is that him?” Kari pointed. My eyes followed the direction she indicated, and I saw him walking toward us with a smirk on his face, a bottle of Corona in his hand, and a blonde on his arm.
I was stunned.
He looked over my head to Max standing behind me, acting like I didn’t even exist. “Hey, man. I’ve been looking for you.” He grinned at Max like nothing was happening out of the ordinary. I could feel Max stiffen behind me.
“What’s going on, Cane?” Max’s voice was scarily calm.
“Nothing,” he said, tipping back his beer and taking a long swig. My eyes watched the blonde running her hand up Cane’s abs beneath his shirt. “Lesley and I are going to head on out. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow sometime.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Kari exclaimed, mouth agape. “You’re serious right now?”
Cane’s eyes cooled further as he peered down at Kari. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Acting like a dick isn’t going to make yours any bigger.” Kari took a step toward Cane, and Max pulled her back as Cane chuckled.
“The size of my dick isn’t something I’m worried about.” He shot a quick look at me before wrapping his arm around Lesley’s waist and looking at Max. “I think I’ve been worried about too much lately.”
He tossed his beer into a trash can and made his way out of the bar.
CANE
What the fuck was I thinking?
I sat in the passenger side of Lesley’s car as she drove up Mill Avenue. A Playboy bunny bounced off the rearview mirror.
I looked at her, the bright yellow dress she wore riding high on her thighs. They were hot as fuck—a little on the chunky side—and shining with some glitter shit.
I could be in worse situations.
“Do you want to go to my house or yours?” she asked. The sound of her voice grated on my nerves.
Why wasn’t she this annoying in the bar?
I rested my elbow on the window and rubbed my forehead. This was not how I envisioned the night panning out.
“We can just go to your house,” she said, popping her bubblegum.
The thought of this chick at my house annoyed me even more. I could tell she was the type who wouldn’t want to leave easily. I should have paid better attention before actually talking to her.
I said like five words.I rubbed my forehead harder.
I wonder what Jada’s doing now … no. I don’t give a fuck.
“Maybe I should run by mine first, though, so I have something to wear when we get up,” she said, looking at me out of the corner of her eye and smiling. “Unless I can just wear something of yours?”
