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May 23rd, 2023 9 AM
The next morning: I was still annoyed that my family didn't let me give that rotten rat shit a piece of my mind. It got even worse when Mom and the rest of my family were basically infatuated with that cabbage head.
Mother dearest couldn't stop saying how kind he was. How respectful he was. How sweet. How handsome.
JK this, and JK that.
Constantly.
Gag.
He's a two faced, hotter than the sun, little rat bastard.
After finishing my second round of editing my manuscript for my latest book and sending my agent an email to clue him in on my latest accomplishment, I tore myself away from my desk and stretched my poor, aching shoulders.
"Yo bitch, did you even hear me?" Sawyer hollered through the phone.
"Sonofabitch – Sawyer, you ass! You scared the shit out of me." I grumped, grabbing my phone from the desk and taking it off speaker phone. I set the phone against my ear and flopped back on my bed.
"Sorry dude," I sighed, stretching out my body. "What were you saying?" I asked, lips pulling up in a grin when Sawyer started to whine.
"I was telling your bitch ass that I'm gonna be home soon to see your little boy toy," he snickered.
My eyes widened, "That rotten beaver nugget is not anything to me, and he is anything but little – if we're getting technical about it."
Sawyer moaned tortured, "I can't believe I missed that. I wanna go home."
"Same," I sighed, "I wish you were here. But when you get back, you can come stay with me if it's cool with your parents – which would be a good excuse to see the dickwad next door."
"We could always egg his house," Sawyer said thoughtfully. I laughed loudly and shook my head.
"I wish." I grunted, "But Mom and the others would murder us if we did."
I could picture Sawyer smirking, "They're probably hoping he'll be your future husband." He cackled.
My face flushed heavily from anger or envy—never mind. No. My face did flush from anger, it couldn't be anything else. I wouldn't allow it to be anything else.
"Fuck that!" I squawked, "He's insufferable." I stuck my nose in the air, lip curling as I did so.
Sawyer tutted, "Okay then, so you don't mind if I steal him?"
Yes.
"No," I replied, mentally smacking myself across the face. I absentmindedly traced the bruise on my cheek. "Go on ahead, Sweetpea. Plus, he isn't a possession to steal, bro."
