Page 48 of Dare You to See Me
“Kyle!” I shout as quietly as possible so as not to wake Dahlia. “I can’t do that. It would be cheating, and that is the exact reason why I find myself a widow.”
“No. You find yourself a widow because Meredith is a snatch and Gene forgot to look before crossing the street.” Kyle has always dealt with pain through insults and laughter.
Despite still missing the good times Gene and I had, I’ve become immune to her comments that come off as a little cold.
“Sunny, if there is anyone who deserves to have a little raunchy fun, it’s you. You’ve always walked the straight and narrow, and now it’s time for you to jump, skip and hop all over the damn place. Enjoy the hoe days you never had before you settle down again, and pop out a few more little monkeys.”
With an arch of my brow and pursed lips, I tell her, “You’re smoking crack if you think I’m having any more kids. I’m thirty-five. Officially geriatric in the world of baby-having. And hoe days? Seriously? I think you’re living enough for the both of us…and then some.”
She shrugs, stands from the couch and saunters into the kitchen. “Say what you will, but my hoochie na-na is sa-tis-fied.”
I can only laugh at her. The way she speaks so eloquently filthy, you’d never know she was a highly respected lawyer.
“What do we have here?” I look over my shoulder to find her staring at my phone with a randy look on her face. “Seems like someone’s ears were ringing.”
I pop up from the couch and rush to where she stands. “Give me that.” I reach for my phone and she holds it high above her head.
“Not until you promise that you will give my suggestions a chance.”
“Cut it out, Big Bird. Give me my phone.” Her eyes narrow at the use of the mean nickname she was saddled with by bullies in elementary school.
“Oh-ho. You’ve done it now, you Wizard of Oz munchkin reject.” She repays the insult with one of her own.
“Dammit, Kyle.” I jump, trying to reach my phone in her outstretched arm as she rises to her tiptoes, making it even further impossible.
I jump up on the couch to attack her, but she’s wise to me and runs away. Her fingers dance across the screen of my phone and my chest tightens with worry.
“Stop it. What are you doing?”
“Shh,” she hushes. “You’re going to wake Dolly.” I leap and wrap myself around her which causes her to drop my phone.
“Ha,” I shout and release her.
My phone survives the fall but my face cracks when I see what she’s done. I look over to see an arrogant smirk and she blows on her nails, rubbing them off on her shirt with such pride.
“You’re fired,” I tell her.
“Fired? From what? You’re not my boss.” She flops back down in the chair and reaches for her phone that sits on the side table.
“You’re fired from being my best friend. I need one that won’t pimp me out.”
“Oh shut up, drama queen. I just told him you’d be available to chat in ten minutes.” She smiles as she looks down at her screen. “You better hurry. I’m sure you’ll want to be in your office for that. I’m going to return a few emails and then I’ll wait for you in your room. There’s no way in hell I’m sleeping in that room after what you two did last time.”
“Ew. Just go home you weirdo.”
“No way, sister. We live this life together. I’m waiting for a recap.” She ignores me once again, knowing it annoys me.
I pick up a throw pillow resting on the corner of the couch and toss it at her head, knocking her bun askew. She glares at me but doesn’t bother with any more than that.
I sigh, knowing I’ve been defeated, and rush to my room to change. I don’t want to see King while I’m dressed like I was on a date. Well, I don’t want him toknowI was on a date. Not that it matters. He’s not anything to me. Just a guy I talk to almost daily, send inappropriate pictures to and mutually masturbate with.
I quickly slip into leggings and a crew neck because nothing is going to happen tonight and grab my phone. I enter the office-slash-guest room and barely open my laptop and wake it up before I get a message from King, inviting me to chat. I sit down, pull up his server and blow out a big breath.
I click on his name and wait for him to answer. When his face –mask– appears on the screen, I feel instantly comforted.
“Hello beautiful.” His low, husky voice has me relaxing into my seat.
“Hi King. How are you?”
