Corrupted (18+) (GxG)

Case File 87

Case File Name:
Dirty Martini.

♠Chapter Eighty-Seven♠

"Bro just call her."

I glanced away from my phone to Vic, giving him a narrowed look as he sat beside Marie—who was currently getting her nails done beside me.

We decided to drag Vic along for one of our nail appointments out of pure entertainment, but so far Vic seems to be enjoying just sitting beside Marie.

I just can't wait to take a picture of him getting a pedicure.

"He's right, just save yourself the time and call her," Marie suddenly said as she slid one of her hands into the UV light machine.

I shook my head, "If she wants to talk to me then she'll call me," I said, slipping my hand in the UV light machine, "The last thing I want to do is ruin her birthday."

Vic chuckled, "Right, because that's what you would do," he sarcastically said, glancing back down to his phone.

I rolled my eyes, "It's out of consideration," I clarified, knowing I didn't just want to call her out of the blue after a month.

Marie hummed, "Well, I think it would be considerate of you to wish her a happy birthday," she countered, raising a brow at me.

Which only made me shake my head again as I watched the woman paint the precise french tips on my short nails.

"I'll just see how I feel later," I determined, deciding to drop the topic.

And luckily at this point, Vic was scrolling through TikTok and Marie was trying to decide on the color for her toes.

Which left me back with my own thoughts—that were inevitably centered around Tazmin.

Maybe I should just call her.

I don't think she would be mad if I did.

What if she wants me to call her?

It is her birthday and I technically have a reason.

I suddenly shook my head at my thoughts, determining that I had already done enough.

All of my gifts were confirmed to be delivered to her—along with numerous bouquets.

Yet, I haven't received a single call or text message from her.

Maybe she doesn't want to talk to me.

I let out a soft sigh, standing from my chair after the UV light switched off, confirming my gel manicure was dry.

Which only left my pedicure that I had to get done.

Luckily, Marie was finished with her manicure around the same time as me, so we got seated in the three massage chairs beside each other.

"Lena bro you're making this experience less relaxing," Vic suddenly said, eyeing the phone in my hand.

Which I couldn't stop fucking checking.

I smiled tightly at Vic past Marie, "Say cheese Vicy," I said, using a sarcastic baby tone as I held my camera up.

And I couldn't help but laugh as I took the picture of Vic who held a blank look on his face as the woman massaged his feet.

"Definitely going on my Instagram story," I said, smiling happily as I lowered my phone back down.

"That's cool—I still have that video of you with the Oreos from that one night," Vic said, purposely keeping his tone nonchalant.

And I couldn't help but side-eye Vic—knowing exactly what video he was talking about.