Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,23
always obvious, but damn, I’d totally be down to watch some porn he starred in.
“Seriously?”
“No,” he says, snorting a laugh and shaking his head. “Jesus, you’ve definitely had too much to drink.”
“Nah, I’m fine. Gimme just one more?” I ask hopefully, downing the last few drops from my glass and grinning at him hopefully.
“Sorry, but you’re cut off.”
“Fuck,” I groan. “You know, you’re literally the worst person I know right now.”
He laughs again, the sound grating my nerves. “Because I won’t give you another drink?”
“No, because you made Bishop blow me off,” I snap.
His smile drops, replaced by a look of confusion.
“I did what now?”
“Bishop,” I repeat his name slowly because he’s clearly not getting it.
“I know who Bishop is, what I don’t know is what I supposedly did.”
“Fuck if I know,” I answer. “All I know is, you two were flirting, he didn’t come home until a few hours later, and when he did, he told me he didn’t want to fuck around anymore.”
“Have you considered discussing this with him, or was your plan to just get drunk and blame some guy you don’t even know?”
I grumble under my breath, because we both know it’s the latter.
“Bishop seems like a great guy, maybe pull your head out of your ass, and you might stand half a chance with him.”
I scoff at his condescending tone. “I have more than half a chance with him. He’s been my best friend my whole life, and we’ve been sleeping together for years.”
“And now you’re not,” he points out calmly, which is just as annoying as the condescension. “Maybe ask yourself why that is.”
“I’m asking you why it is,” I counter. “Did you have sex with him?”
“That’s between Bishop and me,” he answers. “I’m sure if he wanted you to know who he spends time with, he would tell you.”
“Fine.” I get up from my seat, wobbling as I get my feet under me. “I’ll go ask him.”
“Hey,” Riot calls as I turn to walk out. “You’re wasted, I’m not letting you drive out of here. I’ll get you an Uber if you wait a minute.”
“Bishop lives a few blocks over, I’ll walk.”
Leo
A loud pounding at the door startles me from sleep, sending me toppling off the narrow couch and onto the floor with a thud.
“Mother fucker,” I mutter.
“Bishop, open up, we need to talk,” someone says from the other side of the door. I glance over at the clock. It’s three in the goddamn morning, whoever it is clearly has a major hard-on for Bishop. I lay there for a few more seconds, taking pity on my aching ass and waiting to see if Bishop is going to hurry out of his bedroom to escort his mystery hookup in.
The pounding stops, and I climb back up onto the couch, grumbling the whole way as I rearrange my blankets and try to get comfortable again.
Thud, thud, thud.
“Goddamn it,” I groan, throwing back my blankets and getting to my feet.
I unlatch the chain on the door and throw it open, ready to tell this asshole to have the decency to call or text next time instead of showing up at Bishop’s door and waking the dead with all this banging. But as soon as I set eyes on the asshole, a whole new irritation washes over me.
“Of fucking course it’s you,” I mutter.
“Leo?” Hudson squints at me like he’s sure he can’t be seeing things right, and he sways a little on his feet.
“And you’re drunk too. Fucking charming.”
“Fuck you,” he says. “What are you even doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing. Why the hell are you drunk off your ass, banging on Bishop’s door at three in the damn morning?” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, it all makes a sickening amount of sense. “Holy goddamn shitballs, you two are fucking.”
“What is all the racket about?” Bishop asks from behind me. I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder, my jaw clenched as I fight the urge to knock Hudson on his ass. Something tells me it would be exceedingly satisfying to pop him one like he deserves. My mom is the only person I’ve told about what Hudson did, and she thinks I’ve held a grudge too long. I love my mom, but this is a grievance I’m nowhere near ready to let go of.
“Not much, just catching up with my good old buddy, Hudson,” I answer sarcastically, and Bishop winces, glancing around me