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“I do a lot of things that you like so it evens it out, sweetheart.”
August second. August second. What to do for August second.I had a few ideas come to mind, but I didn’t want to get all flowery on her when I, myself, really wasn’t that type of guy.
Everything I did up until this point had been genuinely from the heart. But now, being her boyfriend and shit, I was kind of nervous to fuck it up. Screw the title and that, I just wanted to make her happy. A year ago, I hadn’t even known she existed, and now… well, now she’s all I know.
“Oh my God!” Bambi gasped, kicking out of the blanket she was wrapped in. “You’re never going to believe who just messaged me.”
I pushed out of my chair and made my way beside her, dragging her legs up so they sat in my lap. “Who?”
She shook her phone in front of my face, throwing a hand over her mouth. My eyes zeroed in on a Snapchat conversation with the name Todd Sherman at the top of the screen.
10:32pm – Todd: Marley, u and I know that u and I fucked up so let’s try this again. *image attachment*
10:33pm – Todd: U miss that, babe. U miss my dick, don’t you, babe. Babe. Babe answer me.
10:34pm – Todd: Marley!!!!!!!!! !
I saw his dick. I was literally staring at Bambi’s ex-boyfriend’s shlong right in front of me, unshaven might I fuckin’ add.
“First of all,” I nudged her wrist away. “Why the hell d’you still got Snapchat for?”
She locked her phone and shrugged. “It’s easier for Adam to send me videos of the baby. I don’t know, Hunter! I didn’t even realize I still had Todd on Snap.”
I really fucking hated that guy. All the bad blood I felt towards him the day I knocked his face into Cid’s floor was still there; hearing him speak to Bambi that way, the fact he was comfortable talking to any woman like that was beyond me.
“You gon’ reply?”
“I was just planning on blocking him but –”
“Turn your ass around, sweetheart.” I ordered, grabbing her waist and heaving her to a doggy-style position.
“What are you doing?” She chuckled, waving her booty shorts in my face, tempting my growing cock some more. But right now I had one mission in mind, and I wanted to give Todd fucking Sherman one final send off.
“Phone, Bambi. Hand it over.”
She did as she was told and I pulled down the silk fabric of her shorts, sinking my teeth into her soft ass-cheek as I snapped a pic of me doing so.
With eager fingers, I typed out the message:
10:42pm – Marley: Next time you expect a response from her, here’s a pleasant reminder of what you lost and what I’ve gained.
“Permission to send?” I asked, my chest heaving with frustration.This guy was a fucking prick.
Her eyes quickly scanned over the picture and message as she nodded with approval, planting a kiss on the corner of my lips before sending the damn thing herself.
Almost immediately after, Todd’s dumb ass bitmoji popped into the chat which showed he viewed the text and Bambi quickly blocked his ass, silencing those bitch-boy screams forever.
“I don’t know who’s the bigger jackass, Bambi.” I smirked, cradling her like the deer she was.
“You,” she purred into my ear, running her nails against my scalp. “Always you.”
And I took her right there, on the couch, against my fridge, on the counter. I took her everywhere, painting my place with memories of us – memories I needed to remember until the day I fuckin’ died because she killed me. She was the highest high, the strongest buzz, my intoxication, my ecstasy.
My goddamn everything.
Chapter Forty-Two
Marley
