God, she’s so fucking fun to piss off.
4
DELILAH
Ishould have known Lacey would get us here obnoxiously early. Getting ready with the girls was more like 10 minutes of me making sure all the back of her and Brianna’s hair was curled while we all drank a glass of cheap wine as fast as possible.
I take a slow sip of my drink, eyeing the pathetically empty Alpha Si living room. The “party” is currently six guys lounging on the couches, scrolling their phones, and Lacey making out with her boyfriend against the wall.
Thrilling.
I glance at Brianna and Chloe, who are sitting on the arm of the couch, watching the scene unfold with vague amusement.
“Why do we have to be here before the party even starts?” I mutter, swirling my cup.
Brianna hums, stretching her legs out like a cat. “Lacey wanted to see her man. We’re just collateral damage, babe.”
“Great. Love that for us.”
Lacey giggles loudly against Carter’s mouth, and I grimace, taking another sip.
I need this party to start already or I need to leave.
Since neither seems imminent, I turn to Brianna. “How’s life?”
She flips her long, dark hair over her shoulder, considering. “Busy. School is already hell. Clyde’s being clingy.”
“Clyde?” I arch a brow.
“The guy I’m seeing.” She tilts her head like it should be obvious. “You remember? Older. Resort manager. He drives an Audi.”
Oh. Right.
She’s been casually bragging about him in our group chat for weeks.
“Right. Clyde.” I nod.
“He’s good in bed, at least,” she continues. “NotFreddie Donovangood, but, you know. Acceptable.”
That gets my attention. Freddie Donovan. That name rings a bell.
And then it clicks.
I’m pretty sure Freddie is one of Troy Hawkins’ best friends.
And the last thing I need is TroyfuckingHawkins in my brain.
It’s only because I ran into him earlier, and he was—ugh.Predictablyinfuriating and obnoxious. Trying to charm some poor girl into choosing his hoodie and probably his bed. It’s what he does.
“I would love one more night with him.” She sighs.
I focus back on Brianna, who is checking her nails like she didn’t just say something messy as hell.
“Didn’t Freddie get a girlfriend?” I ask, vaguely remembering Lacey mentioning something about it last year.
Brianna shrugs, careless. “Yeah.Alex. Whatever.”
“So…?” I gesture at her. “You miss fucking him, but he’s dating someone? Door’s closed, Bri.”
