Page 18 of Badd Love
"It must have slipped her mind," she deadpanned. “The bitch. Keeping piping hot tea like that to herself?"
"I don't think it was intentional, Linz. There was sort of a lot going on."
"She spent the night on a yacht owned by HARLOW GRACE and Xavier Badd?"
"Yes."
“She could have told me."
"I believe you know about my sister Emerson marrying Hunter Hawkins."
"We're not talking about that. I've never met this Emerson person, but she stole my dream man."
"You and most of the women in the country, and more than a few of the men," I said, laughing.
"What the fuck is with your family, though?" she asked. "Every male I saw or met at the wedding was fucking hot as hell. Even the old dudes were silver foxes. The one with the salt-and-pepper beard and all the tattoos in the front row? Mmmmm-mmmm! Yummy."
"Myfather, you mean?"
“Oh. Um. Sorry, not sorry, your dad is hot A-F, for an old dude. The women all made me feel frumpy, too."
I just laughed. "You could never be frumpy." I paused as something occurred to me. "Literally, my entire family was there. How did you not realize that they're related to me?"
"Honestly? I just thought they were guests, like someone knew someone well-connected or something. I didn't realize they were your relatives."
"It was a family-only wedding, Linz."
"There were dozens of people there! How was I supposed to know you have the world's biggest family?"
"I guess that's valid."
A long silence.
I felt her on the other side of the door. Heard a sniffle. "Dane, I…" A sigh. "You're really not gonna leave me alone, are you?"
"Nope."
"Fuck.Fine."
I heard a deadbolt thunk, but I was too slow in reacting to stop myself from slumping backward as she opened the door—my head hit the floor with a thud.
I looked up—bare legs. More bare legs. Jesus, so much leg—bare, curvy…and a little prickly from being unshaven, if I'm honest. Not that I cared, mind you. She was wearing a plain white T-shirt that looked sort of familiar—it was too big, hanging just low enough to cover all the good stuff. The oversized bagginess of it couldn't hide the monstrous size and melon-shaped perfection of her glorious tits, though, swinging free and unhindered behind the shirt as they were.
"Hey, that's my shirt," I said.
“Not anymore." She backed up, pressing a hand over her crotch. "And stop trying to see up my shirt, Dane."
"Why? Because I haven't seen it already?"
"Not the point." She put a foot on my chest and applied a tiny amount of pressure. "Come on, perv."
CHAPTER 3
Lindsey
He wasin my apartment.
Where I eat and sleep and poop and walk around naked and talk to myself out loud in terrible accents anddo not ever ever everhave boys over.
