Page 195 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
“It’s time. I could do this,” I said—for the ninth time.
“You’ve got this,” Alistair said with a tight smile.
I couldn’t blame him. We’d been sitting in the car for almost twenty minutes.
I glanced down at the ring. I could do this.
“Right. I’m doing it,” I said, yanking the door handle.
“Thank God,” he muttered.
“Hey, I heard that,” I shot back, shutting the door behind me.
I made it halfway up the garden path before I froze.
They were all lined up in the front room.
For fuck’s sake.
Belle had Dottie in her arms, stroking him like a villain.
They must’ve seen us parked outside.
That one was on me.
This was why I hated confrontation or conflict. I was utterly inept at handling these situations. It was easier to smile and repress all that frustration—deep, deep down—hiding it away like the butter and toilet paper.
I opened the door, and chaos erupted.
They all started talking over one another.
Dottie leapt from Belle’s arms and darted upstairs—I wished I could follow him.
I raised my hand and wiggled my fingers.
“Is she—?”
“Holy fuck.”
“Look at the size of that thing.”
“She’s fucking the landlord.”
“If she marries the landlord, does that make her our landlord too?”
“She might give us a discount.”
“I can’t believe you got to him first.”
I turned and glared at Melissa.
Everyone else stared at her too.
“What?” she said, shrugging. “I was just being honest.”
And just like that, we all hugged.
When the questions started flying, I put the kettle on and told them everything—how it started as a hook-up, how it spiralled into something more. I skipped only one detail: Alistair’s dick size. Even an exorcism wouldn’t keep Melissa away from him if she ever found out.
