Page 60 of Single Daddy Scot
‘I’m bustin’ fucking blood vessels here.’
‘Is that right?’
‘I’m just calling to tell you that if you lay a hand on Ella’s head, I’ll rip your fucking arm off and beat you to death with the soggy end, y’shit pouch. How’s that sound?’
‘Sounds like you’re about to have an aneurysm.’
‘You’re not that lucky,’ I growl.
‘And it wasn’t her head I had designs on.’
‘You what!’
‘Look, how the fuck was I supposed to know you were interested? She’s not your type, and you said shejust worked for you.’
‘Maybe I’ve changed my mind. Maybe I just don’t want you sniffing around her.’
‘And I want a threesome with Beyoncé and Katy Perry, but for all my charm and good looks, that’s not likely to happen, is it?’
‘I swear to God, next time I see you, I’m gonna break your face.’
‘Make it a rib or something, will you? Be a mate. My face is too pretty to spoil. Sorry. Got to go. I’ve just pulled up at your place, and would you look at that? There’s a beautiful girl waiting for me. And she has a smile on her face.’
And with that, he hung up.
