“I can’t like him. I can’t do that to Dad. I can’t...” My voice breaks under the weight of the guilt eating me up inside.
“But youdolike him.” She nods. “And that’s okay.Hedidn’t hurt your dad.”
Her logic is strong, but my guilt is stronger.
She sits quietly for a long moment, sipping on her milk. “You need to be careful you don’t end up Romeo and Julieting this shit, Peppy.” She shakes her head. “He’s not your enemy.”
I don’t get a chance to process what she says, or answer her, because someone touches my elbow.
“Penny.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake not again. Why do these people keep showing up? Are Tate, my ex, and my ex-best-friend stalking me?
It’s Chloe’s voice, that vapid cunt.
I’d call her a whore but I don’t want to insult the whores of the world. I’m a confident, sex positive woman, unless of course, the sex is happening between my boyfriend and my best friend. Then she’s a straight-up cunt.
I’m in no mood to pretend that I like this traitorous piece of shit. “What do you want, Cunt?”
Karlya snorts, spraying her Harry’s Hazelnut—a charming and nutty latte named after her Lord and Savior Mr. Harry Styles—all over the table.
Chloe bristles. “There’s no need to be rude, Penny.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. I don’t mind being called Penny by my friends. But Tate was right, Chloe and Dick calling me Penny is something of a trigger. I’m ready to stick my spoon in her chest.
Karlya’s dabbing her face, her cleavage, and the table with a wad of napkins. “Right. Because fucking her boyfriend wasn’t at all rude.” She turns to me. “Jeez, Peppy. What were you thinking? Show the woman some respect.”
Rolling my lips, a snort gets caught at the back of my nose, and I cough. We stupidly sat at a four-top table, so there’s plenty of space for Her Majes-cunt to sit if she chooses to.
A crowd of obnoxious guys comes in, and if I’m not mistaken, they’re Raccoons. The de la Peña brothers are smacking each other as they walk through the shop. There are about a dozen of them, and my breath literally stops dead in my throat when my eyes land on the eyes of the man who fucked me senseless last night.
“Guys.”
I can even pick his voice out over the hockey-boy-din.
The de la Peña brothers pause, looking back at Tate who’s pointing at me. “I’m gonna sit with my girl, okay?”
I ignore the little flip my stomach does at his words, and instead focus on the twin’s faces.
If they’re surprised at the announcement, they maintain their composure and don’t show it. If they’re disgusted by my appearance, no one shows that visibly either. Did he really just tell a bunch of his teammates that I’m his girl?
It’s one thing pretending to my toxic, narcissistic, sociopathic, cheating ex and his bitch of a girlfriend, it’s another thing entirely to tell his friends.
I’m torn between wanting to kiss him senseless and kill him. So, standard then.
The audacity of this boy.
My stomach drops. The twins talk to my brother. Or at least I’ve seen them talking, and they know each other, theyplayeach other. They won’t see each other for a while now, but I’ll need toget this little mix up cleared up before Oli hears the unfounded rumor that I’m sleeping with the enemy.
Except, it’s not unfounded, is it?
He had his dick inside me less than twenty-four hours ago.
Shit.
Karlya kicks me under the table, leaning toward me she hisses. “Woooosssssssh. That was hot as hell.” There are so many S’s in the word ‘woosh’ that she sounds like she speaks Parseltongue.
“Aphrodite.” He kisses my temple.
