“I know you’re alive. You’re a bad bitch, and you probably made two grown men rethink their choices last night.”
It’s Roxy’s turn to cackle. “No lies detected.”
“So…” I begin awkwardly.
She interrupts me. “Girl get your ass in the backyard, bring water, and I’ve got some fresh fruit. You better spill your guts. I want to know everything about my man Cas.”
“You only want me for my water,” I snicker.
“Again, zero lies detected,” Roxy says before hanging up on me.
I burst out laughing as I pull myself off the couch to change into a pair of yoga pants and a tank.
In the kitchen, I grab water and an ice pack made from rice. Roxy only wants water from my house because she knows I splurge on the fancy San Pellegrino. My phone dings, and thinking it’s Roxy, I pause to check it.
I gasp. Cas Wilder isn’t just reposting the photo he took last night…he’s in my DMs. Oh my fucking god. Could today get any worse? I’m not equipped to deal with this. I just wanted to hook up. A single transaction. I mean, would I go back for more? Abso-fucking-lutely. That man is cocky for all the right reasons, and he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Roxy knocking on the back door snaps me out of my delusional fantasy. I’m not ready to know why he’s messaging me. I just hope it’s not something cringy, like offering me money—or worse, something embarrassing. It doesn’t matter. I take a deep breath, fix my face to calm, and open the door for Roxy.
“What’s taking you so long?” she asks, eyeing the icepack suspiciously. “What’s that for?”
I wave her off. “I’m seriously not answering any of that.”
Roxy laughs. “You’ll tell me eventually.”
“Shut up,” I snap playfully. “So how was your night?”
“Oh hell no. You’re not going to deflect my questions, then ask me about my night. Oh no. You go first. I want to know everything that happened from the moment I left you.”
I swallow hard. I don’t know why I even try to keep things from her. I sigh. “After you left, we smoked a joint, ate popsicles, then hooked up.”
Roxy stares at me, jaw hanging open and eyes twinkling full of mischief as she does her best to stave off a giant grin. “Um, excuse me. Back up, little missy. Did you just say you smoked a joint?”
I nod.
“How was that experience for you?” Roxy asks, trying not to laugh.
“Shut up. Bitch, it sucked just as much as last time,” I reply, rolling my eyes playfully.
“Is that all that sucked about last night?” She emphasizes the wordsucked.
“I’m not telling you that. We hooked up, that’s it.”
“Oh, come on, Vi. Please. I need to know how big Cas Wilder is. And how good is he in—oh shit!” Roxy has figured out why I have the ice pack.
She laughs hysterically. Tears pour from her eyes and stream down her face.
“It’s not funny, and I guess you have your answer. Now I repeat: how was your night?”
Roxy takes a few minutes to pull herself together, and when she finally can talk, she answers, “Just remember you pried this information out of me, so I don’t want any bullshit, ‘taksies backsies.’”
“Okay,” I say, terrified of whatever depraved sexual acts she carried out last night.
“I just enjoyed a pretty standard sandwich situation. Everyone had their respective holes, and I was the center of attention in it all. Now smile, nod, and don’t ask any more questions.”
I give her a thumbs-up.
“Now it’s your turn again,” Roxy says, peeling the top off the glass bowl of mixed fruit.
