Page 100 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Only true friendships allow you to bond over murder.

“You still didn’t answer me if you wanted me to kill Josiah or not?”

CHAPTER

EIGHTEEN

JASPER

“Morning bitches!”Garrett throws open the front door of Sylas’ house.

We’re all sitting at his kitchen table, hungover.

“Would you shut up?” I snap, the pounding in my head mimicking the beating of a drum.

“Aww, is my bestie-babe a little hungover?” He chuckles, tossing a bag of donuts onto the table before placing a tray of coffees down. “Don’t be mean to me. I brought gifts."

“Fuck yes,” Sylas groans, grabbing the bag and pulling out a powered fill donut and one of the coffees. “I could fuck you right now.”

“Isn’t the saying ‘I could kiss you right now’?” Garrett asks him with amusement.

“No,” Sylas snorts. “Kissing is too intimate. I don’t see you like that, man.”

“So, let me get this straight–” Garrett is full-on grinning now. “You’ll fuck me, but you won’t kiss me? I’m pretty sure sticking your dick inside me is far more intimate than a peck on the lips.”

“Why the hell are we talking about you two fucking?” I slide the bag over to me, pulling out a random donut flavor.

“Are you trying to tell us something?” Wesley smirks.

“Like what?” Sylas mumbles around a mouthful of his donut.

Wesley leans in closer to Sylas. “You gay?”

Sylas nearly chokes. “What?” he rasps. “Fuck no. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. But I don’t swing that way. I like pussy, thanks. Pussy and tits.”

“You literally just said you could fuck him right now,” I sigh heavily, closing my eyes, willing my head to stop pounding. It’s too early for their crap.

“It’s a figure of speech!” Sylas argues.

“It’s ‘I could kiss you right now’” Garrett chuckles. “But evenso, I’d have to turn you down for both. Sorry. My heart and dick only belong to one person.”

Sylas narrows his eyes. “Stay the fuck away from my sister.”

“No can do, man. She’s the light of my life, my heart and soul.” Garrett is mostly saying this to get a rise out of Sylas, but he does have it bad for Callie.

“I’ll chop off your dick and feed it to you,” he threatens, rising to his feet and leaning over the table. “Watch it.”

“If I don’t have my dick, how will I rock Callie’s world?” Garrett bursts out laughing as Sylas launches himself over the table at him. Garrett jumps back and takes off while laughing hysterically.

“I’m going to kill you!” Sylas yells as he chases after him.

“It’s times like this I’m glad Sylas handed over his company to be run by someone else. Who the fuck thought we’d be the best people to give that kind of responsibility to?” Wesley muses, closing his eyes as he leans back in his chair, letting his head fall back.

“Don’t include me in that. I am perfectly qualified to run my father’s company. You two, on the other hand… it’s best to leave it to the professionals.”

Wesley lifts his hand, flipping me off.

I roll my eyes, taking a sip of my coffee as the shouts of the two assholes outside continue.