Page 70 of The Bad Brother

The Grilled Cheese Guy: You forget something, Peach?

Jensen.

He must’ve put his number in my phone before he left this morning, while I was still sleeping.

Still salty over being ignored, I contemplate returning the favor. Simply deleting his text and turning off my phone.

For about 1.5seconds.

Me: The Grilled Cheese Guy? Really?

The Grilled Cheese Guy: You’d prefer “The Best Sex of my Life”?

Me: You’re delusional.

The Grilled Cheese Guy: And you don’t follow directions very well.

Me: Well, I guess I don’t like being told what to do, any more than you do.

Hitting send, I hold my breath, watching a trio of bubbles ripple across my phone screen while he types his answer.

The Grilled Cheese Guy: You didn’t seem to mind while that greedy little pussy of yours was squirting and coming all over my cock.

Rub your clit for me… I want to watch you touch yourself while this filthy little pussy squirts all over my cock.

Me: I’m busy. Did you want something?

The Grilled Cheese Guy: Yeah. An apology.

Me: Excuse me? What do I have to apologize for?

The Grilled Cheese Guy: You didn’t say goodbye. I thought I made my feelings on thesubject clear.

Me: You looked busy

The Grilled Cheese Guy: And you looked jealous.

Asshole.

Me: Don’t flatter yourself.

The Grilled Cheese Guy: No need. You and your jealousy do all the flattering for me.

Conceitedasshole.

Before I can tell him to go fuck himself, another text pops up.

The Grilled Cheese Guy: She’s just someone Cade called in for a job interview. I need to hire another waitress.

Reading his text, I feel the knot that’s been tied in my chest since I saw him smiling at her, start to loosen.

Don’t do that Sloane.

Don’t trust him.

Don’t get sucked in by another pretty face.

Me: Too bad. She’s cute.

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