Page 5 of Tattoo My Heart
Damn, the girl grew into a beautiful woman. And what’s worse, I don’t even think she realizes it.
I’m not sure how long I stay staring like this. At some point, Evelyn makes a right and she is out of my sight.
“Young man,” a frail voice interrupts all thoughts of my hot stepsister. “Can you move your carts so I can continue my shopping?”
“Of course,” I reply to the little old lady who can’t be taller than a gnome. “Sorry about that.” I give her my best smile when both carts I am now responsible for are out of the way.
She stops right next to me, craning her neck to look at my face. “I don’t understand young people nowadays.”
“We’re complicated like that,” I wink at her.
“Maybe you need to keep it simpler, young man,” she chastises me. “You’ll get the girl faster.” She is pointing in the direction of where Evelyn just disappeared through.
“Who says I want the girl?” I snort in amusement.
“You don’t?” The old lady clearly doesn’t believe me.
“Maybe a little,” I admit, the grin never living my face.
She purses her lips, all proud of herself because she called it.
“Then you need to change the way you flirt,” she shakes her finger at me. “Because what I just witnessed just won’t do. In fact,” she pauses for dramatic effect, taking her time as she looks me up and down. “It was quite embarrassing. Work on that.”
And now I’m really laughing. “Yes, ma’am,” I nod at her. “Appreciate the advice.”
She rolls her eyes, much in the same way that Evelyn did only a minute ago, then pushes her cart past me and off she goes.
I manage to untangle my shopping cart from Evelyn’s, wondering how she even managed to get them this bad. When I start walking toward the frozen section, I realize that I don’t even remember what the hell I came to the store for. That’s the effect that girl has on me. She could make me lose my mind in no time.
I grab a few steaks, then focus and grab everything else that I think I need for the barbeque I’m throwing tomorrow. I should’ve invited Evelyn to come, I realize with a start. Although, chances of her saying yes are definitely slim to none.
As I get closer to being done shopping, the conversation I heard her having on the phone plays on a loop in my head. I can’t help the huge grin on my face at the way she declared herself very good at giving blowjobs. She always looks so prim and proper, I doubt she’s had much practice when it comes to sex.
Something else nudges at the back of my mind. Right at the end of the call, she said something about some holiday app. What the hell was it?
Since the line to pay is fairly long, I get myself comfortable as I lean against a rack of magazines, and pull my cell phone out to do some Google searching.
First, I try,holiday app for smartphones. It brings me a full display of Christmas related stuff. They have something for everything, legit. I had no idea people were this intense.
I try again and just type in date for a holiday. All I get is pointers on how to make your significant other feel special when you take them out on a holiday. The biggest one is Valentine's Day. Meh, I’ve never been into it.
I clear the search field and try to think. What else could it be?
My thumbs take charge and type holiday date app. First result is for something calledHolidates.
“What the fuck is this?” I mumble under my breath, then look around to make sure no children are around to hear my foul language.
I bring my eyes back to the screen of my phone, almost snorting with laughter when I see what thisHolidatesthing is.
Need a date for a holiday event?
Fuck yes, I do, I think to myself. I told Liz I was bringing someone, and she assumed that it was a girlfriend. I was just planning on bringing this girl that I’ve been seeing for about a month now. We may not even make it to the event. She’s kinda clingy, and I don’t like it.
A family dinner with nosy relatives pestering you about settling down?
Also, yes. My dad has been more understanding, but Liz got it into her head that I needed to get married, have babies, all sorts of crazy things. She is more invested in my personal life than my mother ever will be. That’s because she is still bitter after their divorce that happened when I was five. She hates dad and she hates that he is happy. She also hates the fact that I am getting along with his wife, which automatically put me on her shit list.
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