Page 133 of Bridesmaid By Chance
Well, join the club.
“That was humiliating? Uh, yeah, I know. I was the one ass up, waving my pasty butt at the club.”
“Because of your own doing.”
“My doing?” I say on a scoff. “My doing? You’re being serious? You thought that was all from my doing? Sir, that started with your mediocre tackle.”
“Because you were about to hit your croquet ball into Buckingham Palace.”
“Uh, exaggerate much? Buckingham Palace isn’t that close to the club.”
“Yes, I know; that’s how hard you were about to hit it.”
“Oh my God, drama queen. I was not. I was going for the double hoop,” I say.
“Why? There was no need. Everyone did the single.”
“Yeah, amateurs. I saw the potential of the bonus swing. I wanted two swings to get to hoop three.”
“This wasn’t a fucking prize competition, Sloane. This was a friendly game of croquet.”
“Yeah, well, that wasn’t in the description. I wanted to represent the Hoppers. I do recall your competitive spirit while in Bora Bora.” I tapmy chin. “I believe you were the one dry humping your brother to pop a balloon on the beach.”
“I was not dry humping him. I was sitting on his lap.”
“Thrusting your hips to get the balloon to pop.”
“Don’t act stupid.”
“Excuse me?” I say from the bowels of my stomach as I stand from where I’ve been sitting on the couch. “Did you just call me stupid?”
“No, I said you were acting stupid.”
“Explain to me how that’s better.”
“I’m not questioning your intelligence, just your personality.”
“Umm, not better,” I shoot back.
“Well then, don’t act stupid,” he says without an apologetic tone.
“Wow, you really are trying to get kicked in the penis in the middle of the night, aren’t you? I’ll have you know, my donkey kick is powerful and precise, not something you’re going to want to mess with.”
“Once again, the maturity is really showing.”
My mouth falls open as I watch him spiral into an ass right before my eyes. “You’re kidding me, right?” I ask. “You’re really going to bring that up again? I thought we moved past that, Hudson. And for your information, I showed more maturity than you back there. You were the one knocking me to the ground. I was trying to help. I was the one being the good wife.”
“You poked me in the balls in the middle of a courtyard. That’s you being immature.”
I shake my head. “Don’t freaking test me, Hudson. Do not test me.”
“What are you going to do?” he asks, looking so unimpressed.
I get into a fighting position, arms in front of me, ready to strike. “I’m nimble, quick, and can sting. Also, not afraid to bite.”
“I like biting,” he says, his eyes going dark.
The motherfucker.
