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Guess I’ll soak in the tub until it’s time for her to pick me up.

“Want another drink?” Demi shouts over the jukebox.

I’m feeling nauseous so I decline with a shake of my head and place my hand over my tummy.

“Hungry? They have a menu here. It’s mostly finger foods to sop up the alcohol, but I saw an order of onion rings come out earlier and got a whiff of them, they smelled delicious.”

The thought of downing food has me dropping my purse in her lap and sprinting toward the bathroom. I pray along the way that I make it in time because right now, it’s not looking that way. I shove three women aside as I shuffle past them, my hand now covering my mouth as bile rises into my throat.

“Excuse you,” a snotty voice says. “You can’t cut past us. We’ve been waiting for nearly twenty minutes.”

When an arm reaches out and grabs me, I remove my hand from my lips to apologize and make my excuses, but instead, I projectile vomit all over her.

I feel a slap across my face which has my head twisting with the momentum of the hit.

“Hey, bitch. What’s your malfunction?” I hear Demi ask as she goes toe to toe with one of the three women who are squaring up to me.

My stomach feels better now that I’ve expelled it, and the next thing I know, we’re a part of a full out bar brawl.

Fuck my life.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

KODIAK

“Didyou hear about the chick fight down at Piggly’s last night?” Xavier asks as he plops down in the recliner beside me.

“No,” I say, intent on ignoring him. Apparently my blunt response isn’t stopping him, because he continues telling me the latest news. Fucking gossipy old hens, the lot of them.

“Man. Midas and Tritan were on protection detail last night at the bar and said it was epic. There were fists thrown and everything,” Xavier tells me, his voice giddy. He lives for this shit. “None of that hair pulling shit women tend to do according to Midas.”

“Remind me again why we accepted that contract?” I ask, rolling my eyes. The money is mundane and the fights that break out are downright stupid. A ninety year old grandma could break them apart most of the time.

“Free beer, brother. Plus, we get to prowl for chicks. Ones that aren’t from our town and won’t become stalkers.”

“Bullshit,” I reply. “Last time you went to Piggly’s and met that brunette, she followed you home and left dildos on our front porch with messages for you. Creepy as fuck, Xavier.”

“Really? I found it hot,” he retorts, a grin stretched across his face. “Speaking of, she made promises she didn’t keep. I need to hit her up and see if she’s as bendy as she claims to be.”

“For fuck’s sake, Xavier. Take that shit to the clubhouse,” I spit out. “I had to bleach the kitchen counters the last time you wanted to see if someone was bendable.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. That chick was spectacular. My dick was sore after we were done,” he remembers. “She definitely had some moves and I haven’t been with another one as flexible as she was. Damn, what was her name? I need to see if I kept her number.”

“Her name was Kimberly,” I inform him. “I should know, she demanded you scream her fucking name all night long.”

“Yeah! That’s the one,” he recalls. “Kimberly Simmons, no relation to that workout guru, I asked.”

“Why would you ask that?” I probe, stumped. There are days when I can’t figure him out and this is one of them.

“What can I say?” He shrugs his shoulders. “I wanted to see if it ran in the family. Was gonna ask if she had any sisters or cousins that wanted to join us.”

“That explains a lot about the way she stomped out of here,” I tell him, bobbing my head.

“Apparently, she doesn’t like to share,” he muses. “Who knew?” I crane my head sideways to see if he’s serious. When I see the way his face is set in disappointment, a smirk appears on my face.

I decide to razz him some as laughter bursts out of my mouth. “Brother, the day a woman catches your interest for real and you wanna make her yours? I hope like fuck she leads you on a merry chase.”

It would serve the manwhore right to have to beg someone to give him a chance and I for one am here for it. If nothing else, it’ll give me a few laughs.

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