Page 58 of Mother Pucker

Me

I just told him, in a very polite way, that I don’t like to share. That’s all. Also, he totally doesn’t look like an Oscar. Based on his douchey looks and personality, I’d personally peg him for a Gaston or a Caledon. Maybe even a Benji.

I stifle a chuckle, watching her fingers fly rapid fire over her screen. God, I will never get tired of irritating this woman.

Shay

You’re unbelievable, you know that? He was just telling me how his sister is a physical therapist, too. And what you said to him could come back to bite me in the ass. You won’t lose anything, but I could, Rowan.

My brows furrow as I type back. I’ll readily admit my reaction was uncalled for, and I’ll take accountability for it, but she has to know that I would never let her reputation take a hit. The Bolts have an incredible PR team that would handle any such situation if it arose. Still, she deserves my apology.

Me

I’m sorry. Truly, I am. I let you down, and I feel like an asshole. Not that it’s an excuse, but I have no idea why I lose my shit at even the thought of anyone but me looking at you . . . touching you.

I watch Shayla type her response. Thank God she’s not icing me out like some women would at the shit I just pulled. Isuppose that has something to do with the fact that she’s more mature, more experienced, as compared to most women I date.

Shay

Well, I guess you’re really not going to like what I have to tell you, then.

My heart stutters. What the fuck is she going to tell me that I won’t like? Is she calling quits on this? We’ve barely begun. Oh, hell no, I’m not letting her give up on us this quickly.

Or wait, is she still referring to Smarmy-Sam? Did he . . . did he touch her?

I can feel my ears turning red. Just like my vision seems to be doing.

Me

??

I watch as she puts her phone away in her purse, starting a conversation with the team doctor sitting next to her. She moves her hands around animatedly, like she didn’t just give me a heart attack, while my stomach rolls.

What the fuck?! Is she serious right now? She’s going to ghost me after saying that?

I call her phone, hoping she’ll pick it up and we can have a discreet conversation, but she slides her hand into her purse, sees that I’m calling, and turns around to give me a perfectly arched brow.

“Pick up your phone,” I mouth while my stomach continues to flip-flop around like a fish out of water.

But she just turns around, paying me no mind.

The woman gives as good as she gets, that’s for fucking sure, and I have never met anyone as confident and bold as she is. Sheknows exactly what she’s doing. She knows she’s driving me to the brink of insanity, and she doesn’t give a single fuck.

I love it and I fucking hate it at the same time.

I message her again, seconds away from getting off my seat and going over there to demand an answer in person.

Me

Shay, I swear to God. I won’t fucking have a heart attack on this bus before I get an answer, so tell me what you were going to say or I’m coming over there.

Maybe she senses my nerves, maybe she can hear the thumping of my heart. Whatever the case, she finally responds.

Shay

Oh, it was only that I brought Trick with me, and I intend to let him touch me any way he likes.

My hand fists my phone, my eyes blazing, but it’s the little smile on her face that I can see even from her profile, that has me falling.

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