Sweet Love - Mia Kayla Page 0,58
rock stars and sleep with multiple of them. Like one big sex pool. Ugh … nasty.” Casey’s finger followed the words on the paper. “This one slept with Hawke Calvin from Def Deception. Hmm.” Then, she laughed. “Best lover out of all of them, she said.”
Alyssa cut up her steak beside her. “Why be such a prude, Casey? Don’t tell me if you had a chance with Hawke Calvin, you wouldn’t sex him right here on the table in front of”—she raised her knife and circled the room—“everyone.”
“Uh, no!” Casey’s tone heightened.
“Please, Miss Thang. You need to broaden your horizons, live life to the fullest, yada, yada, yada, and all that jazz.” She took a small bite of her steak. “And bang all the rock stars when you get a chance.”
“Nope. I’m not that type of girl.”
Alyssa raised an eyebrow. “What kind of girl are you saying I am then?”
“I don’t judge your choices in life. But mine are different.”
“Listen, you’ve only had one dick all your life. Multiple times, but the same dick nonetheless—ouch!”
Casey flicked her finger at Alyssa’s shoulder, like moms would do to their kids when they were in trouble.
“Hello? Just blab my whole entire drama to the whole entire world,” Casey snapped.
Alyssa rubbed at her shoulder and then leaned into Casey with a seriousness in her tone. “If you ever”—she leaned in closer—“ever do that again, I will tell the whole world who that one dick belonged to.”
Casey blanched. “You wouldn’t.”
Now, I was curious. “Who is it? Someone you dated in college?”
“No,” Alyssa answered for her. “High school.”
“Shut up,” Casey said.
“It’s okay, Casey. I’ve only had two dicks in my life. One in high school and one in college. I’m not that far behind you.”
Alyssa turned to me, dropping her fork from midair. “How are we even friends? Life is short. Seize the day. Monogamy is overrated.”
Casey tipped her chin toward Alyssa. “She’s only like this because her brothers have shielded her all her life and she wants to rebel.”
Right. Three brothers. Only girl. I couldn’t imagine.
“Please,” Alyssa scoffed. “My brothers are the reason man-whore is defined in the dictionary.”
“Anyway, who was it?” I turned to Casey. “Who was the special man?”
“Kyle,” Alyssa said without hesitation, not missing a beat.
Well, shit.
Casey flicked her again.
Alyssa’s eyes widened before Casey threw one arm around her and covered her mouth.
Casey smiled toward the people around us and announced, “Carry on. Alyssa almost choked on something.” She patted her back. Hard.
Then, she plopped down on her seat with a full-on pout on her face. “You were sworn to secrecy,” she whined.
“This is Charlie, and she is part of our circle of trust now.” Alyssa ‘s eyes narrowed. “She won’t say anything. Right, Charlie?”
I shook my head. Lost for words. Seriously … Kyle?
“I won’t say a thing. But I thought you hated the guy.”
Alyssa spoke up again, “She hates him because she loves him.”
“Oh my god, Alyssa. Listen to yourself right now. How does that make any sense?”
Alyssa raised a finger. “See … years ago, Kyle liked Casey, and Casey liked Kyle. Kyle popped her cherry and wanted more.”
“No, he didn’t,” Casey interjected.
Alyssa’s stare turned incredulous. “He did want more, relationship-wise. You assumed he didn’t. And because you wouldn’t talk to him, he moved on. Now, you hate him.”
“I don’t hate him. And he’s not the settling-down type.”
Alyssa shook her head. “See, you never had a conversation about it. You, and you alone, assumed he wasn’t the settling type.”
“You don’t know how it was,” Casey argued.
Alyssa nearly rolled her eyes. “I know how you are, Casey. You told me what went down.” Then, she turned to me. “This is why you should always set expectations at the beginning of the relationship.” She threw Casey a look. “Don’t assume what he wants or what it’s going to be. If you have an adult conversation on what it is, no one will get hurt.”
“I’m not hurting,” Casey said.
“You might not be hurting, but you’re not over it.”
“I am so over him.” Casey crossed her arms over her chest. “And I don’t hate him.”
Alyssa overly huffed. “You are not over him, and I know he’s not over you.”
Casey’s cheeks turned all shades of pink. “What do you mean, he’s not over me?”
“He’s not over you.” Alyssa lifted her eyes to the ceiling. “Why can’t people see the obvious? Am I the only one who can see what’s blatantly happening in front of me?” Then, she turned to me as though that comment was meant