My Beautiful Poison (Wicked Poison #1) - T.L. Smith Page 0,19
the bruising is gone.
“August mentioned you helped him,” he says when I bring my drink to my lips. “Thanks for that. He wouldn’t have liked it, but I’m sure he’s appreciative.”
“He wasn’t,” I reply, remembering how mad it made him that I bought his groceries.
Noah chuckles. “Give him time. He isn’t the monster people paint him to be.”
Rhianna comes out of the bedroom, then steps up behind Noah and wraps her arms around his neck.
“No rat poison in that coffee now, is there?” she says with a wink at me.
I can’t help the laughter that leaves my mouth, and it’s genuine. More so than I have felt for a long time. My happiness has been something no one cared about, even me.
“Woman, you aren’t making my coffee anymore,” he says, pulling her around so she is practically in his lap.
“Oh, hush, you. I don’t want you dead… yet. I need you for the orgasms.”
“Priorities.” He chuckles at her words. I look away because, no matter how much I love them, I’m also jealous of what they have.
Chapter 10
August
I never really had any true friends before I was locked away. People only hung around me for popularity or drugs. I had both, and they all wanted it. So it was no surprise when I got locked up that I never heard from any of them. But as I stand in front of Sully with my hands full of food, I can’t help when my face turns into a scowl.
He was the only one I assumed would be there, who would at least write. I had known him the longest. We’d been friends all through school.
“August,” he says and gives me a once-over with his eyes. I’m dirty from finishing up the backyard this week. I had to fucking do something after rich girl left because no matter how many times I stroked my fucking cock, it didn’t do me any good.
Her pink lips wrapped around it is what it wanted.
“Sully.” I nod and step around him to begin my walk home, not giving him the time he clearly didn’t want to give me. I hear his footsteps and then see him next to me. He hasn’t changed much since I last saw him, still tanned with blond hair. I had originally put him in that pretty-boy category, but he fell out of it when I realized I liked who he was as a person.
“I didn’t know you were out.”
Not stopping my pace, I squint my eyes and face forward.
We’ve stepped out of the shopping area. I might add it was a lot easier to make my purchases this time than last time because asshole rent-a-cop must have had a day off.
“You live locally?”
He doesn’t ask if I am back with my druggy mother, even though I know that’s what he wants to know.
Again, I don’t answer him.
“August, can you stop, so I can talk to you?”
I huff. Stop. Then turn to face him. Not speaking.
Sully scratches his head and gives me a sort of smile. “Thanks, man. I’ve been trying to see you.” It’s a lie, but I don’t want to argue about a moot point, so I turn around and keep walking. “Fuck, man, I have.”
“You don’t owe me anything, Sully. Now, fuck off.” I hear his footsteps stop, but I don’t slow down. As I walk down my street, I see a very attractive woman sitting on my bottom step. When she notices I am there, I swear I see a glitter in those dark eyes.
“Rich girl.” I smile because I simply can’t help myself. She is perfect. And a very nice sight after Sully.
“Hey, hope you don’t mind I popped around. I left my jacket here.”
“Come in,” I tell her, opening the door and stepping inside. I nod to where her jacket is on the back of the couch, and she reaches for it, then turns back to face me.
“You went shopping?” she asks, surprised.
“Yep, a man’s got to eat.”
She nods.
“You want to stay for dinner, rich girl?” Her dark eyes fall back to me, and I smirk at her.
“I mean… you do owe me.” She places her jacket down again and heads over to the counter. I open the fridge and hand her a beer. She takes the bottle from my outstretched hand, opens it, and places it to her mouth.
Damn, the things I could do with that mouth…
“You sure Anderson won’t get upset you’re here?”
“No. There’s no more Anderson.”
Well, fuck, her words surprise me. I raise