Alan paid us no mind as he picked up a piece of garlic bread.
And the final thing that was the final straw... he wiped his nose with his hand, and then we all watched as he licked a bugger off his hand and swallowed it... and then used that same hand to pick up his garlic bread. I snapped, “Yeah, enough of this shit. Get the fuck out.”
Bax nodded, “Agreed. You have overstayed your welcome. Fucking hell, I’d rather enjoy a five-course dinner with the dregs of society than spend another second in your breathing space.”
My mom nodded, “Yes. I have tried to overlook your snotty behavior as a favor to my friend, who wanted her son to be with a good woman. But she failed to inform me of the reason why you're still single.”
“I will not sit here and be maligned in this fashion.” Douche dick snapped.
“Then how about you get up off your ass, stand up, and leave.” I shared.
“You cannot tell me what to do.” He snapped.
“Funny. Because what I said was meant as a sarcastic suggestion.” I shared.
He glared.
Bax stood, “If you don’t get out of my house by the time I count to five, I will personally remove you.”
“I will be calling my mother about this.” Douche dick shared.
“I’m going to call my friend to get you out of here.” I shared. It was only a boast. But still.
Bax snickered, “On second thought, please do.”
I smiled,fuck it,then I pulled out my phone and scrolled to his name.
As my finger moved to hit the call button, I heard douche dick ask, “Friend?”
It was Mom who shared, “Oh. She’s great friends with Bronson Adams. Otherwise known as The Beast. You know, the former heavyweight champion of the world in the UFL.”
I was so damned grateful I was looking at douche dick.
Because he paled, stood, and raced out of the house.
The three of us looked at one another, and then we burst out laughing.
I put my phone down, picked up my fork, and took a heaping bite of lasagna.
I mumbled, “So good, Mom.”
She smiled, then said, “That was the last time. I’m not going to force this on you again.”
I swallowed my bite and nodded, “Thanks.”
‘Lay your troubles on my shoulder.’
– Conway Twitty.
Chapter 9
Bronson
I wanted to slap myself for the words I had said to her.
What the fuck had come over me?
“Okay, well, I hope he’s the one if that’s something you want.”
