Page 55 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

“There’s no one else here Gio. You don’t have to pretend.”

Suddenly the sight of Carissa’s wet pussy disgusted me. “Why don’t you go home to your husband and pretend to be a good wife?”

The smile on Carissa’s face died as the seduction in her eyes blazed into an inferno of venom I could taste in the air. And yet, she still had sweetness in her tone.

“Do you think your little fiancé will be any better?”

“I know she will.” The odd thing was, I actually believed that statement.

“You poor, sweet boy.” She sighed and stood up. “Take a good look Gio, because in five years your precious Novalee will be just as bored as I am.” She walked up to me, stood on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, “and guys like Atlee are a lot of fun.”

I heard the crack before I felt my palm strike her face.

Carissa spun to the side, fell down on the floor in a heap, and not a single part of me was sorry for it.

“Get the fuck out.”

A snide chuckle shook her body before she glanced back at me with a trickle of blood running from her lip. “Is that a hint of jealousy I detect? Do you have a reason to be jealous, Gio?.”

“I will fucking kill you!”

“No you won’t. You wouldn’t hurt Darius.”

No I wouldn’t. I already had enough to atone for in our friendship. Being the cause of his mother’s death was not something I wanted to add to that list. That didn’t mean I had to put up with her.

“Get out.” I ordered one last time.

“Fine.” Carissa grumbled and pulled herself off the floor.

Even after being slapped, she maintained her composure. She straightened her shoulders, wiped the blood off her face, and waltzed for the door. Where she stopped and looked back at me.

“Will Novalee be attending dinner tomorrow?”

I knew a silent threat when I heard one. Women were evil bitches, but Carissa had a special talent when it came to vindictiveness.

“If you go anywhere near her, I will gut you myself.”

Something flashed in Carissa’s eyes. “You love her.”

“No I don’t.” I snorted.

That was ridiculous. I could never love Novalee.

I didn’t know what was worse. The voice in the back of my head calling me a liar, or how Carissa didn’t say a single word. She just gave me an evil smile and walked away.

NOVALEE

Iunderstood why dogs hung their heads out the window. It was incredibly freeing to drive down the highway with the windows open so I could feel the wind in my hair. The only thing better was driving down the highway with the windows open while singing at the top of my lungs.

“Bye, bye, bye.”

Atlee did not share my enthusiasm.

“N’sync? Really?”

Yes N’sync, and after this there would be a little Backstreet Boys and Corey Hart, who liked to wear his sunglasses at night.All of whom had great beats to car dance too, which was the only good thing with long trips.

“Come on baby,” I sang while bobbing my shoulders at Atlee.

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