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“Lilith… please… don’t. I know… but… don’t. Just hold me,” I tell her before replacing my finger on her lips with my own, kissing her softly before cuddling her back in. We hold each other close, basking in our piss-soaked afterglow. How romantic.

Chapter 14

Lilith

"Iswear, he's such a prick. He only calls me at like 2 a.m., drunk, horny, and just wanting to bust a nut in whoever answers. It'd be nice if he like, took me out somewhere once in a while. I would even settle for ordering a pizza and hanging out before or after we fuck. But nope. I am just his trusty cum receptacle," Scarlett complains in my ear over the phone. "That's ok because he always cums in me, runs to the bathroom to wash his dick off because, well, I'm a messy girl, and then puts his clothes on to leave. So, last night, while he was in the bathroom, I queefed his cum out into his sock," she continues with a chuckle. "Oh, when he put it on… the look on his face." She laughs again. "Just the most confused and disgusted look. I asked if he was ok as innocently as possible, and he just nodded. Then, poof. Left almost as quick as he came. Literally."

I trace a fingerprint bruise Osiris left on me the other night with a smile on my face, replaying the filthy things we did and how passionate it was. I wonder what he's doing right n- "Lilith? Are you listening to me?" Scarlett interrupts my daydream.

"Huh? Oh! Yes. I'm sorry. I was just thinking. Um… anyway. I've been telling you since you met him that he was a dick, so I'm glad you're finally getting it. Why do you even let him come over anymore?" I try so hard to care about her stupid hookups and how they treat her like a blow-up doll, but I just really fucking don't.

"A girl’s got needs too. Besides, he's got a tongue that could paint the Sixteenth Chapel."

"Sistine," I correct her.

"What?"

"It's the Sistine Chapel. Not the... nevermind. Either way, gross." I roll my eyes at her stupidity and just her in general.

"Oh, don't tell me you don't like to have that sheltered little coochie licked, Lilly Bean," she teases.

"Do not fucking call me that," I say with the utmost sincerity. My dry, flat tone lets her know that I'm not kidding.

"Jesus, lighten up. Anyway, did I tell you we met some psychotic guy in a clown costume the other night?" Good idea, Scarlett. Change the subject.

"Yup. We already talked about this." I say with a sigh. My annoyance becomes more and more evident the longer she keeps me on the phone.

"Wow, rude. Okay anyway, that stupid hauntedhouse thing is happening tonight, which brings me to the real reason why I was calling. Would you…"

"Absolutely fucking not," I cut her off. I know I had planned on going when she first told me, just to watch them squirm, but the more I think about it the more I can't stand the idea of spending the entire night in such close proximity to them. At least at a bar I could venture off alone or talk to someone else if I really wanted to, and I don’t even want to do that anymore. Plus, I’m not afraid of haunted houses. I just don't find them appealing really. They aren't scary to me. Everything is fake, and it's all an act. What’s scary about that? Maybe when there's a haunt that can show me REAL fear, then I might go.

"Lilith, please. We really want to go, and we need a ride. I think it's free to get in, so you won't have to cover anyone!" She says like her telling me I don'thaveto pay for everyone is some kind of incentive. "We really want you to come too!" she adds, clearly an afterthought by how she stutters the words.

"I can't. I have plans," I lie. Though, I haven't heard from Osiris all day now that I'm thinking about it. I should actually text him and see if he's around to do something gross tonight.

"You've been having a lot of plans lately.... when are you going to tell me about him?" Scarlett questions with a seductive tone.

"I don't kiss and tell like you!" I snap back and she gasps.Please, phone battery just die so I can be done with this conversation."BUT if you must know. He is amazing. Weare so alike, and yet, so different. He’s gorgeous. He does and says everything just right, and I..."

"Fuck, Lilith, it sounds like you love this guy," Scarlett says.

"I didn't say that! But... I… I also didn't NOT say that. I don't know. It's still new."

"Bring him! Yeah, call him up and bring him with us tonight!"

"I'd rather eat glass. You’ll never meet him," I respond before realizing how rude I sound. Then, also realizing how much I don't give a shit.

"Lilith! Rude! Look, if you come tonight I promise we won't bug you for anything for... a week." I let silence be my response, implying that a week is not nearly long enough. "Two weeks?" she questions this time. Still, I remain silent. "Jesus fuck, ok fine! A month. We won't ask you to drive OR pay for us for a whole month!"

"You're too kind. Seriously. How did I get so lucky to have friends like you?" I finally speak up in a very condescending tone.

"So, you'll come?!" she squeaks. Either she's oblivious to how much I don't give a shit, or she gives even less of a shit.

"Yes. JUST me. You're not meeting Osiris." I slam my hand over my phone.Fuck. Why did I say his goddamn name?

"Oh, I like that. Osiris. Sounds spooky and hot," she teases back at me.

"What time am I picking you up?" Not a chance I’m fuelingthat fire.

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