Book 4 of the 'Love Unkown' Series
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"But 'Just Friends' don't look at each other like this."
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When two unlikely friends, Margot Rose Jackson and Kenji Reid Mishra, find themselves growing closer, they must decide whether to stick with the c...
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I'm getting my second tattoo at the hands of Margot.
What could go wrong?
I trust her. I think. Sure she's practiced on mannequins but really, she doesn't have the steadiest hands.
"I can take you in the back." the door swings open and Margot leans on the frame, her Emerald bodysuit seemingly hugging her every curve.
My eyes nearly shoot out of my head as she eyes me. My brows skyrocket, hiding neatly underneath my brown curls. "Huh? You'll—" I look around. It's pretty crowded today and every person in this waiting room just heard her.
"Here? Right now?" she Snickers at my question, standing up straight.
"To do you're tattoo. That's why you're here right?" understanding and realization fill my senses and then embarrassment takes over as I notice her smirk.
Of course, she likes making me squirm. "Right." I nod once before standing up and walking past her, trying to ignore her green eyes and her glossy grin.
I hear the door shut behind us and my eyes take in the group of people sitting, all doing something different. A girl is painting her nails, a vape in one hand. A guy with almost platinum blonde hair throwing darts at a circular board in the wall. And another guy who sits on the floor in between a woman's legs.
He's got brown hair and the woman's hair fades from black to blue at the ends.
They stop what they're doing, turning towards me. The blond walks up to me, his hand sticking out to shake mine.
"You're Kenny, right? I saw pics of you and Margot a few weeks ago. Plus she won't shut up about how you know how to tou—" Margot pushes past me, bumping my shoulder slightly and trying to pull me into the room.
"It's Kenji, his name. And it's pretty busy out there so I have to get his tat done—" blondie smiles down at her, something behind his eyes shines in a way I'm quite familiar with.
I should know, I've done it unknowingly for years.
"Oh come on, flower. Let the guy know how he—" The longer this interaction goes on, the tighter my fists ball up at my sides.
Who is this guy?
I look behind the guy to see that the rest of the people haven't moved. The girl doing her nails simply rolls her eyes.
Does this happen often?
Margot slaps her hands over the guy's mouth, stopping him from saying something.
"I will push you from of a moving vehicle and throw your dead body into the Amazon River if you don't shut the f—" he takes her hands away from his mouth, tilting up her chin to look at him.
More like glare.
"You love me too much." those five words were the last fuckin' straw. I push him off of her with only enough force to send him tumbling back.
