Damn Matty.
“Okay,” I huff, my shoulders tight with tension as I look between the cart and list, “milk, bread, tomatoes, lettuce, beef, chicken, noodles, pink icing, co–”
My words halt as I read the next two items on the list, and I narrow my eyes.
He’s dead, that's it, I am done.
Dead, dead, dead.
“You have got to be kidding me!” I hiss, eyeing the last two items with so much anger I fear I’m going to knock my cousin into next week before looking around like someone can see through my piece of paper.
Condoms and lube, he wants me to buy flipping condoms and lube when the reason I’m here and not in the tub is that he’s hiding out from some stalker, all because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.
I swear I’m pouring glitter in his shampoo bottles and salt into his sugar!
That is it, he has released the devil.
I shake my head and scrunch the list up before throwing it in my purse, and I grab my cart and head to the health aisle with a plan in mind, one full of payback, just as my phone rings for the fourth time since I got to the store, but I ignore it, already knowing who it is.
Freya has tried calling several times today and messaged nonstop, and they are beginning to drain me to the point I need to do something about it.
I’m going to have to report her because even when I block her, she still contacts me on unknown numbers.
The court order is still in place between her family, me and my daughter and even though it is the last thing I want to do because they have lost their family member, I know it is for the best, for my daughter and her safety, and for me.
Mrs. Collins has accused me of stealing her grandchild. No one in my old town believes her because they know what her son did, but she’s becoming unstable, and Freya enables her while her husband has apparently left and started over in Europe or so Matty explained yesterday.
Apparently the man has found a new wife.
Sighing, I turn down the health aisle and walk over to the condoms, and I smirk as I grab two boxes before grabbing the lube, then I pick up some hair removal cream, but pause.
Is replacing the lube with the cream taking it too far?
I picture the nice hot bubble bath with a good book, and I instantly shake my head because no, no, it isn’t. I throw the cream into the cart along with the condoms.
Trying not to laugh, I turn, ready to go and pay but halt as a whiny voice cackles, “Oh honey, if you’re buying them for you and my Dirty then one you’re getting the wrong size. He ain’t no extra small, more like an extra-large and two, don’t bother because him and I are finally giving it another go for our son so your homewrecking ass can put them back on the shelf.”
Extra-large?
Homewrecker.
I blink and turn to the voice before making eye contact with Caleb’s mama’s grey ones, dark makeup surrounding them, making them pop, and jealousy hits me instantly at how pretty she is.
Dammit, no, nope, I have no right.
Trying to pep myself not to feel jealous that this is the type of woman Alex goes for, someone completely different from my modest clothing and lack of makeup. Though the outfit she’s wearing is more for a strip club than the grocery store, and no, I’m not judging, I’m just, okay yeah I’m judging.
Her shorts can be classed as a belt, and her crop top is only just hiding her nipples.
Wait, she and Alex are…
Why did he ask me…?
I clear my throat, trying to focus on one thought at a time while she looks down her nose at me, standing at least three inches taller in her stripper heels. I say, “They aren’t for me, they’re for my cousin, but he didn’t tell me what size.”
Her brows hit her forehead, causing the makeup to crack a little as she looks at the condoms again, before nodding, but more in acceptance that I’m not screwing her man.
Again, he asked me.
