“Of course you would. You have a dick.”
If this weekend taught me anything, it was that guys really enjoyed their penises. Gio sure did. Maybe some part of me didn’t mind the things he did, but that was beside the point.
Memphis cocked a brow. “How many times did he make you come?”
“Ugh, too many.” I wasn’t a sex expert by any means, but I was pretty sure that when orgasms became painful, you were supposed to stop.
“Okay,” Memphis skipped up beside me as I headed for the main door. “So, if I’m understanding this right, Gio is an insatiable master at fucking who has a magic dick that made you come too many times?”
“Correct.” That sounded about right.
“And, why are you complaining?”
“Well, first off it was Gio Mancini.” A very valid reason in my opinion. “And secondly, when do I ever not complain?”
Someone needed to point out the world’s problems.
“You’re just complaining to complain.” Memphis said while pulling open the door.
I walked inside and shrugged. “I don’t see the problem.”
“Yes, you do.” Memphis skipped up beside me. “That’s why you’re complaining.”
“How does that make sense?”
We turned down the hall for my locker.
“It makes perfect sense. Bitching about something is your way of avoiding the truth.”
Twisting the dial on my lock, I sighed. “And what truth is that?”
“That you’re starting to like Gio Mancini.”
I snorted out a laugh. “Yeah, okay.”
Dumbass.
Memphis leaned against the locker next to mine and arched a brow, as if saying, ‘I know you.’ Which he totally didn’t. Well… okay maybe he did but in this case he was wrong.
“I can’t like Gio.”
“Can’t and don’t are very different.”
Did he forget who Gio was?
“Gio Mancini is responsible for everything that’s happened to my family.”
“No,” Memphis shook his head. “His brother Atlas was.”
That didn’t mean Gio was innocent.
“He had Kato beaten up.” So many times that I lost count.
“And Kato killed his brother for Veda.”
What was his point? “Why are you arguing for Gio?”
“I’m not arguing for him. I’m just pointing out facts.”