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And can you pick up a Plan B?
I’m on my way
We might not have hit it off immediately, but I truly don’t know what I would do without Lyla in my life. No questions. She could be mid-orgy with all the men of The Avengers and she’d drop everything for my 911.
Well, she’d at least tell them to all hurry up.
A laugh bursts from me at the thought.
Continuing to swipe through my phone, I see that I have numerous missed calls and texts from Angelo.
Four calls. Three hang ups. One voicemail.
Already knowing what he wanted, I disregard it for now and open the text messages.
Nine text messages.
ANGELO
Hope you are having fun beautiful.
Just want to make sure you’re okay.
Hey beautiful, let me know when you get home
Want to make sure you get there safely
And I’m here if you need a ride
It’s getting late and I’m starting to worry
I must’ve fallen asleep. Did you get home safe?
Hoping that maybe you lost your phone.
I’m coming over to check on you.
The guilt of my attraction to the two of them pangs through me again. Angelo was worried sick about me while I was with Sal last night and this morning.
And then I didn’t even have the decency to tell him that I slept with Sal.
Angelo watched Sal kiss me before they left. It wasn’t a gentle ‘see you later’ kiss on the cheek of friends. I felt it tremble between my thighs, and I’m sure Angelo realized that there is something going on.
ChapterTwenty-Nine
ANGELO
The ride to the airport with Sal is silent. My hard and narrow eyes repeated look to the rearview mirror at Sal. Anger burns over my skin, and I can feel my nostrils still flaring with each breath.
He doesn’t appear to have a care in the world as he diligently scrolls through his phone.
The old fuck doesn’t even care about her.
First, he took advantage of some drunk sex club whore last night.
Then this morning he had the audacity to put his hands on my Ellie.
To soil her with his dirty fucking cock.
