Hayden (A Next Generation Carter Brother #4) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,53
are nuts. I had her dad come by and shove my head down the loo, all because I broke it off with her and she didn’t like it. She couldn’t handle losing me. I get it a lot, but she’s a new brand of crazy.”
Why do people keep calling me crazy?
And his bullshit story about my dad is ludicrous. He doesn’t even know who he is or which flat it was… God, who am I kidding. He’s Max Carter.
“You mean you cheated on her?”
I grab my phone, quickly typing out a text to my dad.
HAYDEN: Did you pay Russell a visit, by any chance?
“We weren’t exclusive.”
“Or maybe you didn’t like that she got one over on you.”
“Why don’t we calm down,” Clayton interrupts, shaking his head in disapproval at me.
DAD: Did that pussy say I was there?
“Must be her time of the month,” Russ tries to joke.
“Or maybe I’m just done with people who don’t take this channel seriously.”
“Are you sure we don’t know each other?”
HAYDEN: Did you at least make sure no one saw you? You could lose your job if he decides to go to the police, Dad.
DAD: Kind of insulted you think I’m an idiot. I raised you better, girl.
I roll my eyes. “I’m sure.”
“Russ, I’d find a substance that’s not going to gross you out. Try chocolate syrup or honey,” Clayton tells him. “That’s it for tonight. Dream will be here to take your calls next week.”
“You,” he growls, when the red ‘off air’ button comes on.
“I need to go; my dad needs me.” I get up, ready to make my break for it, when two arms sweep me off my feet and I’m thrown over his shoulder. “Put me down! This is misconduct.”
“Take it up with the boss,” he snidely remarks. “We need to talk.”
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“You didn’t need to carry me off like a lunatic,” I snap, slamming the car door.
“You wouldn’t listen,” he fires back, his green eyes seething. “You’ve ignored me all week.”
Of course I have.
I survey where we are, my stomach grumbling at all the different aromas coming from the restaurants. He’d brought me to the one place I would never run from. Blueborn food court. The place is gigantic, filled with different restaurants supplying a range of food.
“You could have just mentioned food,” I grumble under my breath, stomping up the entrance steps to Boo’s.
It’s my favourite place to get a burger. They have all kinds of amazing foods, but their burgers are their signature seller.
“Two please,” Clayton declares to the waitress.
She picks up two menus before leading us through the busy restaurant to a booth opposite the bar.
Since I’m in a mood, I don’t argue when Clayton orders our drinks, instead taking my jacket off before taking a seat.
“What was that back at work?” he asks, undoing his suit jacket as he takes a seat.
This is what he wants to talk about? Really?
“You don’t want to know.”
“I really do,” he tells me, but from the tone of his voice, I’d say he really doesn’t. He begins to shift in his seat, opening and closing his mouth a few times before finally asking, “Are you really into that stuff?”
I burst out laughing. He clearly had selective hearing and only heard the worst parts of the conversation once he realised I knew who it was.
“Yes. Yes, I really am.”
He gapes, leaning forward on the table as he runs a hand over his jaw. “I mean, I assumed you knew the man, but I’ve been wrong before when trying to read you. I was just guessing he was an ex,” he rambles, paling somewhat.
I throw the salt shaker at him, hitting him in the chest. “Do I look like someone who enjoys being pissed on?”
“Oh my God,” the waitress blurts out, jerking to a stop next to our table, our drinks sloshing over the edge of the glasses. She slowly puts them down. “I’m sorry. I’ll come back to take your order.”
I lightly reach for her wrist, stopping her, ignoring the flinch. “No need. I’ll have your double whopper bacon burger and chips, a side order of onion rings and garlic bread, and two sides of those cheese melt things.”
“Okay, got it. I’ll get someone to bring over two share plates,” she tells me, scribbling fast on her notepad.
“Um, no,” I bite out, wondering where she gets off on thinking I’d share my food. I clear my throat when she noticeably pales once again. “He just wants a burger and chips.”