“He’s a guy you were fucking,” I snarl.
“Keep your voice down!” she hisses, her stare glacial. “We had a relationship, yes. But that’s over now. I at least have to tell him why.”
“And what exactly are you going to tell him?” I ask warily.
“As much of the truth as possible.”
“Which is?”
“You want me to recite what I’m going to say?” she asks confounded.
“Yes.”
“Fine. I haven’t really thought about it, but it will probably go something like this. I dated this guy. He was a total douchebag. I thought it was over, but apparently it’s not.”
Douchebag?
“Does he know anything about said douchebag?” I ask irritably, my hand twitching. She’s going to get so punished for calling me that.
“No. I never said anything. I never even uttered your name. I was told I could land in jail if anyone found out about you or the operation,” she says bitterly.
As much as it kills me to hear her say that, I’m relieved.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go break up with my boy toy.” She starts to storm off and then stops. “Where the fuck am I going?” she huffs annoyed.
“My room is upstairs. Last door on the left.”
She doesn’t even turn to look at me, just stomps away.
Shit.
I walk back into the Toy Box nearly pulling out my hair.
“Trouble in paradise?” Jett asks. I want to punch him in his sarcastic mouth.
“Just a hiccup.” I plop down in one of the black leather rolling chairs.
“Women, like cheap wine, can give you a headache,” Jett offers his two cents.
“They also, like cheap wine, can make you drunk and horny,” Juice adds.
I rub my temples. These two are not helping.
The thought of Ellie even talking to that guy has me wanting to put my fist through a window.
“Relax. Ellie isn’t doing anything to hurt you. If anything, she’s cutting ties so nothing is stopping the two of you from being together. She’s a very well brought up girl. She has morals and family values. You’re going to have to step up your game,” Jett says entertained. He’s eating this up; me and my domestic issues.
I just glare at him. “How would you feel if London was conversing with one of her exes?”
“Me? I’d gut him with a fishhook. But we’re not talking about me.”
“Five minutes in your presence and I’m reminded why I elect to stay single.” Juice laughs, tossing that stupid basketball in the air. I stand up and grab it, then squash it with my bare hands. It screams while it dies. I feel much better.
Juice gasps. “You just killed Wilson. He was my only friend.”
“You need to get out more.” I toss the flat basketball back at him.
He catches it. “I would, but the two of you keep me chained to this desk like a slave.”
