Page 73 of Knotting Hill
Cass has sent me a text.
I open it up and snort at her opening words.
How fucking rude, bitch. You get serenaded without me? And WTF is this…?
I wait a second before a screenshot of one of the videos taken last night by some random stranger, appears with a big red circle around Franco’s face, with arrows pointing at him from every angle.
Giggling, I reply.
It’s not what it looks like.
That’s what they all say.
Seriously. It’s a long story.
Fine. But how come I have to see the St. Lucs being romantic dickheads on social media?
Sorry, it’s been a whirlwind. How r u?
Good. Decided I’m a one alpha omega.
Wut?
You read me!
Fuck. Who?
Steve.
Your heat bonking buddy?
You know another Steve?
Congrats, babes. I’m thrilled for u.
Am I meant to be thrilled for u?
I tap my finger on the screen as I look at the St. Luc pack currently curled up in my nest with me.
Yes.
Fuck! Yeah! Get it, girl!
I’ll catch up with you 2morrow. Gotta calk my dad.
Calk.
FFS. CALL
Three laughing emojis follow that from Cass.
That autocorrect bitch needs a fucking name.
I don’t even hesitate.
Sadie.
Ded. Officially Ded.
