The Punk and the Plaything (When Rivals Play #3) - B.B. Reid Page 0,85
and held it out to Four. “Practice makes perfect.”
Her phone buzzed, so she checked it, ignoring the banana. Peeling back the skin, I ate half in one bite while she typed. When she was finished, she glanced at me and rolled her eyes.
“You had a problem,” I said around a mouthful of banana, “and I’m pretty sure you’ve just found yourself a solution.”
She seemed genuinely confused when she frowned, making it really hard to believe she wasn’t a virgin. “What do you mean?”
“You need someone to take care of your dog, and Ever needs a blow job from his girlfriend.”
“That’s your advice?”
“Nope. K.L.S.S.”
“What does that mean?”
“Keep life simple, stupid.”
Her phone buzzed again, and she glanced at it before pocketing it. “Ever will be here any second,” she announced. “The three of us need to talk and not about blow jobs.”
“Then no can do, princess,” I said, calling her by the pet name Ever had given her. “I’ve got somewhere to be.”
“Can’t you cancel?”
“Nope,” I answered as I hopped down from the counter. I was meeting Jason today for whatever fucking reason. He claimed he had some important information, but I was pretty sure I’d just end up kicking his ass instead. I didn’t like him period, I never have, but I especially didn’t like the way he was always leering at Bee.
“It’s about Barbette,” Four announced, and I hated myself for being tempted.
“Then I really don’t give a fuck.”
“Do you honestly expect me to believe that?” she fussed. When I started for the door without a response, she rushed to block me from leaving. “Let up on her,” Four pleaded. “I know you’re hurting, but her side of y’all’s story is just as valid.”
“Yeah?” I taunted around the smoke I’d shoved between my lips. I flicked my lighter, getting even more pissed off when it refused to light. “Well, I don’t exactly know her side, do I?”
I wasn’t about to sympathize with Bee’s imaginary plight. She’d pulled the wool over Four and Ever’s eyes just like she’d done me all those years ago.
My triumph when a tiny flame finally appeared was short-lived when Four snatched my lighter and the fag before pocketing them both.
“Give it back,” I growled.
She propped a hip against the doorjamb before crossing her arms. “Make me.”
Suddenly, I was transported back to the day I met Bee and the moment I fell for the very first time. She’d stolen my cookies because I wouldn’t share and dared me to take them back. It was either then or when she pushed me into the goddamn pool.
“I don’t have time for this.” Spinning on my heel, I headed for the door leading to the family room, but Four somehow beat me there, too.
“If there’s a part of you,” she continued, “even a teeny tiny microscopic part that still wants to be with her, Jameson, then you have to find a way to forgive her.”
I curled my lips at Four’s plea. “Just like that, huh?”
“No. But you can start by not treating her like she’s the devil.”
“Impossible. Even before all of this, she was a goddamn nightmare.”
And my wettest dream come true.
“Jamie, please stay. We can figure this out. Ever is on his way to get Bee right now.”
“Then he’s wasting his time,” I said as I lifted Four by her waist and set her aside. “Because there’s nothing to figure out.” After last night, I wasn’t interested in hearing a goddamn thing Barbette had to say. As per usual, she’d opened her mouth and reminded me why I hated her openly and loved her in secret. No one else had the power to cut me as deep.
After escaping the manor as Four called it, I hopped inside my Jeep and floored it all the way to the country club.
Part of my training for one day running the family business included learning how to play golf.
Golf…
Fucking golf.
Not only was it boring as hell, but my dick was too big for these tight-ass chinos. I had to go commando to even get into these pants or risk playing with my boxers shoved up my ass like a thong.
The fucking things I do for unrequited love.
I rotated my neck to release some of the tension there, but my gut was telling me it had nothing to do with this goddamn game. I could still hear Four’s voice in my head, telling me to find a way to forgive Bee. Rearing back, I swung my club, hitting the ball and watching it soar