Page 33 of Just a Little Prick

I put my empty glass down. The wine bottle was drained, and I stood up, wobbling. “Okay, okay. I’m not done yet. I think I have a bottle of Crown. Who wants a shot?”

“Me!” Kenzie put her hand up.

Sydney laughed and followed suit.

I brought out the bottle and three mismatched shot glasses. I sloshed whiskey on the coffee table as I poured—a problem for the Lora of tomorrow. We knocked them back.

I sat down, reaching into my pocket for my phone.

Drunk ideas are rarely good ones.

Hey asshole! Guess what!

I found a new guy!

He’s super hot and has a HUGE dick!

And he did me better on our first night together than you EVER did!

So fuck you Chris!

Right. Bradley.

Texting Chris about his dick made me realize how bad I wanted it.

I shot him a text.

Hey! Come to my place. Take your time getting here.

I poured another round of shots.

“Okay, okay, this is it for me.” Kenzie laughed, then checked her phone before setting it back on the table. “There’s a car on its way. So we’ll do this, and then we should probably head out. Before the whiskey hits.”

“Okay.” I nodded, downing my shot.

Kenzie and Sydney knocked theirs back, then stood.

We hugged each other, and I saw them off. They both promised they’d text when they got back to Kenzie’s place.

Hopefully, I’d be too busy to respond.

Chapter Thirteen

Bradley

My phone chimed. Thank God.

Emily was on my last nerve. She’d been fun for a few rolls in the hay, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Lora. I didn’t really want to be out, with Emily or with the guys from the shop.

And the text was from Lora.

Hey! Come to my place. Take your time getting here

I couldn’t say no to an invitation like that.

I’ll head out as soon as my tab’s paid. See you soon.

I was in my car ten minutes later, without Emily, although she’d tried to follow me out. I was glad to be away from them.

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