Page 45 of Social Sinners

Chapter Fifteen

The call I’d been expecting finally came, although it was a couple of weeks later than I’d initially anticipated.

“Diamond,” I said into the speaker. The phone was in the docking station next to my computer. I was currently shopping online for a new pedal for my kit.

“Dude, whazzup?” Mickey’s voice came through loud and clear.

“Nada, just perusing new kit wares online,” I stretched out, leaning back in the desk chair. Easton picked it out, and I guess I never paid much attention to it before now, but it was pretty damn comfortable.

“So, um. The twins and I were talking and,” he trailed off, but I knew what was coming next, “Ugh,” he groaned.

“Just spit it out, Mick.” Tormenting my friends was part of my charm they all bitched about but secretly loved.

“You were right,” he admitted. I sat there, letting him stew in his words for a few seconds.

“And?” I teased.

“You’re a cocky bastard, you know that?”

“It’s what makes me, me.” He couldn’t see it, but I was smiling like a big dog knowing every word I uttered was just working him into a tizzy. It was only a matter of time before he flipped the fuck out.

“Fucker! The word cocky is not meant to be a compliment,” he protested, but it fell on deaf ears. Cockywasa compliment in my book.

“It is when it’s Diamond-sized.” This was far too easy and far too much fun, at least it was onmy sideof the phone line.

“You are so fucking frustrating!” he hollered. I could picture him pacing back and forth on the other end, violently running his fingers through his hair and tugging on it.

“Hey, you called me not the other way around,” I couldn’t help but remind him.

“Yeah and now I’m beginning to wonder why.”

Time to wrap this up and land the plane. “Are you gonna get to the damn point or not?”

“Why do I feel like I’m going to regret this?” he asked, to no one I’m sure but being me I had to reply.

“Can’t regret it if you don’t ask it.”

“Fine!” he yelled. “I guess Benny and River want to try some things. Um, new things… in the bedroom things.”

Man, this just kept getting better. “New things?”

“Remind me again why we’re friends?”

“Best friends, little buddy,” tormenting him was becoming far too easy.

“Fuck you! They wanna play in your dungeon you dick!”

I laughed so fucking hard I fell off the chair, which is where Easton found me when he came into the office and heard Mickey bitching me out. “What’s going on in here?”

“Your boyfriend is being a giantdouche canoe!”Mickey yelled through the speaker. I thought my sides were gonna split.

“Diamond, what did you do now?” Easton asked, standing beside me with his hands on his hips.

“Okay, okay,” I did my best to regain my composure, “I knew this phone call was coming and I just couldn’t pass up listening to Mickey get his undies in a wad. Did you pull them out of yourvaginayet?”

“Fuck you!” he yelled once again.

“Will you get a grip, D?” Easton yelled at me, “Mickey, what seems to be the problem, and how can I help?”

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