“Oh, I bet,” I tell her, quickly recovering and remembering my role here. “Been wanting to hit that for months. Maybe I’ll try once you take off with your date.” I lift my drink, insinuating her to follow. “Let’s make a toast. To awesome chicks who don’t take shit from anyone!” She clinks her glass with me and we both drink. I continue, “I’m loving our stories. Tell me another one!”
She puts her glass down, slapping her hands together. “So get this,” she begins, her voice slurring. “This guy I was sort of into from work got boring for me. But he wouldn’t be so easy to blow off since we would still have to see each other every day. To fix that little problem, I sent him a virus.” She leans closer and shouts, “Kiddie porn!” Her laughter nearly has her falling off her barstool as if she just told me the world’s funniest joke. “Any who. Daddy wasn’t happy and made his own brother fire him. It was amazing. To watch the guy’s poor face crumple. He was like a sad puppy when he was let go. How humiliating,” she ends, looking satisfied with herself.
I, on the other hand, am seeing fifty shades of red. I’m fucking furious. I know the plan was to get her nice and drunk until she spilled the beans, then walk away, but there is no way that’s happening. Because I am kinda crazy and this bitch just hit the ignition button on my crazy train. I gulp the remaining liquid in my drink and slam it down. It startles Chelsea and she jumps a bit off her seat.
“Dang girl, a little rough with that—”
I’m done listening to her skank ass. With a screech, I tackle her right off the barstool.
And the bar erupts in chaos.
We both crash to the ground with a painful thud. Chelsea squeals in surprise as I lift my closed fist and bring it smashing down on her over-botoxed face. I raise my hand for the second shot, when someone behind me rips me off her.
“Let me go! I’m going to cut this bitch!” I yell at whoever’s holding me. I’m kicking and screaming trying to get free when I catch a whiff of the familiar scent of one big ‘ol asshole I know real well.
“Fucking calm down, woman!”
“No! Fuck you! I’m going to kill her!”
Chelsea is trying to stand, tenderly touching her now bleeding nose. “You crazy bitch! You hit me!”
“Yeah and I’m gonna fuck you up a whole lot more you cunt whore, fucking sleazy bitch!” I try elbowing Roman in the chest, and get a good shot because I hear him grunt. He pulls me farther away knowing with my impressive arm length, I can probably still knock her out. I see Dani and Ram run up, Ram now towering over Chelsea.
“What the f-f-fuck are you doing here?” she slurs, grabbing for a napkin to stop the bleeding.
“Clearing my name,” he snaps. “Which you seem to have done.”
Her brows raise, looking from me, back to Ram. “Well you can’t prove anything. What? You think this twat’s words matter? They had proof on your computer, Ramsey.”
I go nuts again, kicking Roman, getting a good shot in the leg. He accidentally twitches, letting me go. I run at her, but get caught by Brett.
“You’re dead bitch!” I scream and Brett, trying not to get his balls hit by my kicking feet, hands me back to Roman. “Fuck you! Let me go! I’m going to kill her!”
“This isn’t your fight, woman,” Roman growls against my ear. “Calm down. This is exactly why we all said you shouldn’t drink.”
“Fuck—”
Roman twists me in his arms. His handsome face glowers at me for a brief moment before he crushes his lips to mine. I hate the way his lips feel on mine. Soft and sexy and delicious. His breath is always minty and mixed with a hint of coffee. His tongue, as it takes no prisoners, shoves into my mouth and tastes me, fucking turning me to mush. I kiss him back just as furiously. He makes me angry most of the time, but I enjoy his kisses all of the time.
“Oh my God, Roman! What the fuck?” Chelsea bellows from behind us. I pull away, ready to go off when Dani steps in front of me.
“Remember me? I’m sure you do. Because I’m someone you will never be. I’m Ram’s girlfriend. The one he loves, and will be something more than you will ever be to anyone. Being hateful is a sad quality to have. And no matter how beautiful you may appear on the outside. It makes you ugly inside and out. I hope you get what you deserve. Because what you did? It’s unforgivable.”
Chelsea lets off an evil laugh and speaks, “You’re a joke. Meek little girl who thinks she has it all. Honey, someone like you won’t find love. He will get tired of you. I mean look at you. Leggings? Really? No one will believe a little runt like you—”
Ram steps next to Dani, bringing her to his chest. If I’m seeing correctly, Ram looks like he just might take a swing at her as well, which I will be jealous ‘cause that bitch is mine.
“You better watch how you talk to my future wife,” Ram says and everyone gasps. Including Dani. He places a kiss to the top of her head, turning his attention back to Chelsea. “And you know who your father will believe?” He holds up a cell phone. “This recording that has your confession to not only what you did to me, but to three other employees at Tucker. You’re finished. Once your father gets wind of this, I doubt you will be seeing the inside of Tucker Advertising ever again.”
She goes to slap Ram, but the craziest thing happens.
Dani steps forward and smacks her first. Another round of shocked gasps fill the bar, and this time, I bust out laughing. I’m laughing so hard, I buckle over in Roman’s arms, tears starting to run down my face. Slow to follow, I hear Roman, then Ram joining me. It’s then I hear the soft, cute chuckle of my bestie as she joins in. She turns to look at me, her eyes filled with gleaming satisfaction, and says, “Wow, I get why you do that a lot. Very fulfilling.”
At that, everyone in the bar starts laughing.
Minus Chelsea.
Mind Blowing, Explosive, Slap Your Momma Kind Of Sex
“DUDE, LIGHTEN UP,” I TELL my brother as I hand him a beer. “She’s probably on the rag or some shit.”
Roman scrubs at his cheek and shakes his head. “Mom said,” his voice gets higher to mimic our mother, ‘If you like her, invite her to Christmas.’”
“I don’t talk like that!” Mom hollers from the kitchen. Reagan and Dani, who are in there with her, start giggling.
We both laugh because that woman hears everything.
“Anyway, so I invite her because I’m really fucking trying here. You know what she says to me?” Roman growls.
“Something along the lines of fuck you or fuck off or go fuck yourself?” I quip with a smirk.
He nods. “All of the above. What the hell, man? But then she sends me this.” He opens his phone and holds it up to me.
Goddamn Those Tits: What are you doing after your boring family shit?
I lift an eyebrow at him. “Goddamn Those Tits?”
A wolfish grin spreads across his face. “I mean…for real, though. Have you seen—”
I cut him off, waving at him. “First of all, try putting her actual name in your phone. I’m all for nicknames, but that’s just wrong. Second of all,” I utter, leaning in. “Have you tried taking her on a date or something? Your relationship is based purely on sex.”
He snorts. “Mind blowing, explosive, slap your momma kind of sex,” he tells me.
“I heard that,” Mom hollers.
I shake my head at him. “Tell her Dani wants her to come. Play the BFF card.”
He frowns as if I’m stupid, but fires off a text to her. Three seconds later, she responds. Another growl from my brother before he shows it to me.
Goddamn Those Tits: All I heard was blah, blah, blah. Are you going to lick my pussy or not?
I know Andie’s crude, but damn. “Holy shit.”
Roman grunts and nods. “Now you know what I’m dealing with. How the fuck am I supposed to tell her no? Furthermore, how am I supposed to go from booty call to dating? Is that even possible?”
“I don’t know,” I tell him honestly. “Maybe go have the mind blowing, explosiv
e, slap your momma kind of sex and then afterward, talk to her.”
He scoffs and shakes his head as if I’ve said something stupid. “Andie doesn’t talk after sex. She throws my clothes at me and literally kicks my ass out her door. If I want a kiss, I have to endure a kick to the balls while I steal one. She’s fucking impossible.”
“Yet you’re still trying to do the impossible,” I tell him with a chuckle. “True Roman Holloway style.”
“This isn’t football or college or my career,” he grunts. “This is Andie. She’s in a whole other world of unattainable and impossible. Sometimes, I wonder if she’s even worth it.” But even as he says the words, I don’t believe he wonders that last bit even a little.
Dani plops down on the couch beside me. “She’s worth it,” she tells him simply. “Andie is like a cactus. You just have to get past the prickly spurs to find her sweet center.”
“Oh, I know about her sweet center,” Roman murmurs.
Dani huffs and I laugh. “And what do we call that, Buttercup?”
She growls. “I’m not saying your stupid word.”
“But we had a deal,” I say, waggling my eyebrows at her.
“Bye,” she grumbles and leaves me to go back to the women in the kitchen.
I’m still chuckling when Roman gets in a texting war with who I assume is Andie. He keeps cursing under his breath until he finally storms out of Mom’s living room. It’s weird. I used to hate Christmas time because it’s when we lost Dad. But now that I have Dani, I like it again. She makes it fun and warm and loving. Mom and my siblings seem happy and that makes me happy. Dad would have loved Dani.
A smile ghosts my lips as my phone buzzes.
Buttercup: I cunt believe you’re making me do this.
I snort out a laugh that in turn causes a loud huff from Dani in the kitchen.
Me: I feel like this is cheating but baby steps I suppose. This cuntversation was inevitable, you know.
Buttercup: Cunt is the lamest word this cuntry ever came up with.
Me: Our cuntry? I was for sure it was a British word or some shit.
Buttercup: Only Americunts would come up with something that vulgar.
Me: You’re an Americunt.
Buttercup: Your mom is an Americunt.
Buttercup: OMG. I’m just kidding. Virginia is perfect. I cunt believe you just lured me into a ‘your mom’ joke.
Me: LOL!! You cunt blame me for your dirty cuntversationalist ways…
Buttercup: Cunt we move on from this already?
Me: I’m sorry but I cunt hear you. Perhaps you should come here and sit in my lap. I have something you should cuntsider putting in your mouth.
Buttercup: You’re uncuntrollable!
Me: I cunt control my mouth around you.
Buttercup: Speaking of mouths, my fellow Americunt, I believe I have won and you owe me something.
Me: What’s that, Buttercunt?
Buttercup: Don’t ever call me Buttercunt again or you’ll be a single Americunt.
Buttercup: I’m waiting in your old bedroom. I cunt believe there are still posters hanging up in here from the nineties.
Me: Cunt think of a better era…
I bolt from the couch and sneak up the stairs to where my girl is waiting. A promise is a promise. A deal is a deal.
Buttercup: I cunt wait any longer…my fingers have to keep me company until that dirty mouth shows up.
A growl rumbles through my chest as I prowl down the hallway toward my door that stands ajar. When I slip inside, my sweet, beautiful girl is doing just as she says. Her hands move under the sheet and a devious smile paints her lips.
“I cunt believe you started without me,” I say with a grin as I yank off my sweater and kick the door shut.
“My cunt was needy,” she murmurs, a pout on her pretty plump lips.
I groan and close my eyes for a brief moment as I strip out of the rest of my clothes. When I reopen them, she’s grinning at me like the cat that ate the canary. But she’s got it all wrong…this weird ass bird is about to eat that pussy.
“Show me how wet our cuntversation made you,” I order as I drag the sheet down her legs, baring her to me. She’s naked and squirmy and flushed and mine.
Her knees fall apart and her sweet center indeed glistens with her arousal.
“Perfect,” I praise.
She lets out a low moan of appreciation when I lick her seam and then circle her clit.
“Oh my Godddddd!”
“All you had to do was say the magical word and this was all yours,” I breathe against her soft flesh.
She moans and clutches my hair. “Cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Now don’t stop!”
With the hunger of a hundred starved men, I feast upon her. As I suck, lick, tongue fuck her into submission, I can’t help but grin. I was going to eat this pussy anyway.
“As you wish, Buttercup.”
“The ham is getting cold,” Mom chides, but I don’t miss the pleased grin on her face. She loves Dani and seems to adore the fact that we’re a serious couple.
Dani’s cheeks turn bright red and she hides her face behind a curtain of her hair as she pretends to decide on a slice of ham. I simply shrug my shoulders. “Dani can get it hot again if it isn’t to her liking.”
She lets out a choked sound and Roman laughs from the dinner table.
“Anyway,” Reagan chirps, rescuing Dani. “I have a big announcement.”
We all turn to regard my little sister. She’s all grown up and it makes my heart swell.
“I know I told you all I was home for break,” she says softly, a look of embarrassment on her face. “But I’m actually home for good.”
Mom frowns. “But what about school?”
Reagan chews on her bottom lip and a look of guilt passes over her features. “Weren’t you wondering what was taking me so long to graduate from college?”
I glance at Roman and his eyes are narrowed at her.
“We just thought you were struggling with the class load,” he tells her.
Reagan shakes her head. “I graduated two years ago.”
My eyes widen and Mom gasps. Dani walks up behind her and places her hands on Reagan’s shoulders in a supportive gesture. She leans forward and whispers, “It’s okay.”
Reagan’s eyes well with tears and she nods. “I’d sort of fallen for a guy I went to college with. I just…stayed…for him. That is…”
Roman growls. Mom is still in shock, just gaping at our sister.
“What happened?” I ask her softly.
“I caught him with one of my friends. It was ugly. They’d been sleeping together behind my back for a while. I don’t know why I stayed for him or why I lied and told you all I was still in school. I guess I just wanted to see where it went first before I involved you all. Now, I’m glad I didn’t because—”
“His ass would be dead right now,” I bite out.
She flashes me an appreciative little sister smile. “Yeah. That.”
“So what does this mean?” Mom questions, her voice shaking. “Is my baby girl coming back home?”
Reagan nods and glances over at Roman. “I am. I was hoping maybe that Roman would give me a job at Tucker.”
Roman clenches his jaw. “No, I won’t give you a job at Tucker.”
Dani gasps. “But she’s your sis—”
“But, as part owner, she can take whatever job she wants at Holloway Advertising and Branding,” he finishes with a shit-eating grin.
Everyone lets out a collective sigh and I tug my sister from her seat up into my arms. She hugs me back as a small sob of relief escapes her. If I ever see that motherfucker who hurt her, I’ll knock his front teeth in. Nobody hurts my sister.
“This calls for a celebration,” Mom cheers. “Your daddy would be so proud of all three of you.”
My eyes meet Dani’s and hers shimmer with tears. I mouth to her that I love her. Her bottom lip quivers, but she returns the sentiment. God, I’ll never get tired
of that.
Reagan sniffles and makes her way around the kitchen hugging everyone, including Dani. Once Mom starts opening a bottle of wine, I steal my adorable future wife and drag her away. We pass by the bay window in the living room and it appears that more snow is falling.
“Where are we going?” she questions.
I stop in front of the tree to retrieve the small jewelry box. I was going to wait until after Christmas but when it comes to Dani, I don’t want to wait another minute. When I stand, her eyes widen in surprise. “It doesn’t matter where we’re going,” I tell her with a crooked grin. “As long as we get there together.”
Two months later…
Talk to Me, Hothead
“ROMAN? CAN WE TALK?” DANI questions from my office doorway. I’ve long since moved into James Tucker’s old office. It’s only been two months since I showed him the video Brett took of Chelsea slobbing his knob, and then the other one of her admitting to getting several men at Tucker Advertising fired. He was horrified and embarrassed but not surprised. I didn’t even have to remind him about my offer to purchase his company. He just told me to, “Get the ball rolling, son.”
And, boy, has that ball been rolling ever since. I managed to hang on to all of the good employees and weed through any that were loyal to Chelsea, although, those were few and far between. Renaming the company and rebranding has gone well, thanks to Ram. Now that he’s back in his element, he’s been handling the marketing department with ease. It took some time, but I was finally able to right that wrong.
“Sure,” I tell her, closing a folder in front of me. “What’s up?”
She chews on her bottom lip and regards me with a frown. Her hand gestures and my eye catches on the simple diamond on her ring finger. Ram did right by her. “It’s Andie.”
My heart stops in my chest. Christmas Eve didn’t go well. I took Ram’s advice and went to talk to her. After we fucked, and man was it good, she kicked me out just like I knew she would. But I was firm and said my piece. That I liked her and wanted to explore an actual relationship besides fucking. She not so kindly told me, and I quote, “I don’t do relationships and as of now, I no longer do you.”
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