Cheesy on the Eyes by Teagan Hunter Page 0,14
Cough it up.”
I tuck my lips together, trying not to laugh as I retrieve my money, handing it over to the guy who’s been more like a father to me than my own.
“Son of a…” Porter says as he stares into his wallet. He pulls out a hundred-dollar bill. “Can I get change?”
“No.” Simon snatches up the money. “I’ll be back in five to take your order. Try not to kill each other between now and then.”
He marches away, muttering. I can’t quite make out what he says, but I’m pretty sure he tosses around the words concrete shoes.
“You could have warned us he was coming.” Winston glares at us.
“Yeah, assholes.” Foster crosses his arms over his chest.
“And miss out on the show? Not likely.”
“Well,” I say to Porter. “We did just lose a hundred and fifty bucks between the two of us.”
“Please, you two rich pricks can afford it. Porter’s richer than sin, and now you have that fancy programming gig. How’s the new job going anyway, Sully?” Winston asks.
“Not bad so far. I’m only two weeks into it, so I don’t have much to complain about. The ‘working remotely’ part is nice.”
“I still can’t believe you were taking online courses the whole time you lived with me and didn’t bother telling me about it.”
“You didn’t ask, so—”
“So you didn’t offer.” He rolls his eyes, finishing my sentence like he’s heard it all before.
He probably has. I’m a quiet person, one who doesn’t offer up information unless directly asked about it. I keep all my cards close to my chest. After being fucked over by your father, it’s only natural to be wary of everyone.
“You know you only have to play that mysterious card with the ladies, right?” he continues. “I’m married—I don’t want your dick. Just let me in, Sully.”
“You sure you don’t want my dick? You sound like a girl right now.”
“Please. If I wanted your dick, I could have it like”—he snaps his fingers—“that. I’m charismatic as fuck.”
I snort. “Poor Drew.”
I’m only kidding. If there’s anyone on this planet who’s built to handle Winston and all his shit, it’s Drew. When the pair met, it was hatred at first sight—or at least that’s what they told themselves. I knew better. I could feel it.
Turns out I was right about that too.
“Poor Drew? Don’t you mean, Damn, how’d she get so lucky?”
“Nope. He had it right,” Foster agrees. “Your wife probably regrets marrying you daily.”
Winston glares at him. “I don’t want to hear shit from you, assmunch.”
“My daughter behaves better than the two of you, and she’s eight.”
They both flip Porter off. He kicks them both under the table, and I shake my head.
“It terrifies me that any of you are parents,” I say. “You’re all immature idiots.”
Winston scoffs. “Growing up is dumb.”
“Yeah, you can’t be serious all the time,” Foster asserts. “It’s boring.”
“What’s that saying? Live, laugh, love?”
“No.” Foster shakes his head. “Pretty sure it’s beer, bacon, and butt stuff.”
“It’s definitely tacos, tequila, and titties,” Porter declares.
“You’re all wrong.” Simon stands at the end of the table, arms crossed over his chest. “It’s order, pay, leave. Now, what can I get for you?”
“Some better customer service would be nice,” Winston smarts off.
“You’re right. My bad.” Simon grins. “What can I get for you, you little shit-for-brains?”
“Damn.” I whistle. “Got ’im.”
He pins me with a hard stare. “You’re on my hit list too. And you, Porter.”
“Us? What’d we do?”
“Guilty by association.”
I laugh. “Fair enough.”
We place our order: one large biscuits and gravy pie and one large French toast stick pie. When we try to place a drink order, Simon just tells us we’ll get what we get, then leaves us be.
“So, have you met your new boss yet?” Porter asks.
He’s the one who referred me to the company I’m now working for, and I have to say, he’s kind of my favorite person right now.
Not only did my job come with some sweet financial benefits, what I love most is the flexibility of my schedule.
My boss is some guy who started the company, then decided he hated working constantly and sold it but still has a prominent role and his hand in everything. Because of that, he’s cool with me keeping whatever hours I want, so long as projects are turned in on time. I’m not stuck in an office or chained to my computer all day, which is awesome.
His leniency allows more time for the waves, and that’s how I’d rather spend my time, out on