“You have any idea what’s going on?” I asked Winnie as the two disappeared down the hallway.
She shook her head. “I feel like I vaguely remember hearing something about Sunny hooking up with Jack’s ex-stepmom.”
My eyes bugged out. “I have to know more,” I told her.
“Kallum Lieberman?” she whispered. “A gossip?”
“I got my bloodlust for it from my mom’s side,” I admitted as I stood up and tiptoed to the door.
“It’s not like you had to stick around,” I heard Sunny say. “I was happy to handle him on my own.”
“Don’t feed me that bullshit,” Jack spat back.
Winnie was leaning so far over the couch as she strained to hear that she was about to fall off, so I waved her over. After a moment, she conceded and came to stand behind me, with her ear pressed to the wall.
I could feel the warmth of her breath on my back, and if I didn’t have to watch the door, I’d spin around so I could at least look at her even if I couldn’t touch her. Not yet at least.
“He was so sad,” Jack said. “How could I deny him a threesome?”
“It’s not like he was magically happy afterward,” Sunny told him with a huff.
My eyes bulged even farther out of my head.
“He was happy for a little while there though,” Jack countered.
“See! It wasn’t so bad,” Sunny said. “We’re like the Red Cross, but sexy. Sexy do-gooders bringing joy to one sad celebrity at a time.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that I scrubbed the taste of your vag from my mouth and I can still taste you. It’s disgusting.”
“I’m not going to make ayour momjoke. I’m not going to make ayour momjoke. I’m not going to make ayour momjoke.”
“You know what, Sunny? Fuck you. I hope you have only mediocre sex for the rest of your life.”
Sunny scoffed. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t have fun.”
“Of course I had fun,” Jack said. “Who doesn’t love a hate fuck?”
“So what you’re saying is you had a good time? With me?”
“Enough already. I have an actual job to do, okay?”
“Jack Hart had fun with me,” Sunny sang to herself.
Jack groaned and we heard the stomp of his boots as Winnie and I ran back to the couch.
She looked at me and I looked at her just as we realized we were in each other’s spots and scrambled to swap places.
As Jack walked back in and refilled his cup of hot water, I pulled out my phone to text Isaac. Who had officially been in Christmas Notch for less than eight hours by this point.
Me:Ummmm
Me:When I said find a hottie, I meant have a fun little hookup. Not have a threesome with two porn stars??
Three little dots appeared as I waited for his response.
Isaac:I’m new to these apps. I swiped and suddenly they were both there and group sex was one of the options and... Brooklyn always wanted to have a threesome.
I began to type,So you had a threesome in honor of Brooklyn?But then I backspaced. Isaac had not only left his house, but he’d left the state of California. Who was I to rain on his threesome parade?
