“He’s all yours,” Jeremy says.
“Oh?” I jump up and secure the mask around my neck. “I’m going to have to decline whatever deal you two have.” I snatch my childhood friend’s other hand. “Cecy and I have a date.”
I stare at Mia, who’s flat-out aiming metaphorical lasers at where I’m holding Cecily.
Should’ve thought of my retaliation before the ghosting galore, muse.
“The only date you’ll have is for a funeral.” Jeremy pulls Cecily and I release her so that she lands against him. I’m such a good cupid and should be rewarded for the effort.
“Necrophilia. Yum.” I lick my lips at Mia.
She lifts her leg, no doubt to annihilate the family jewels once and for all, but this time, I shove a hand against her forehead, stopping her advance. “Jesus fucking Christ, calm down, and stop acting like a rabid dog.”
As expected from the spitfire, she kicks, punches, and tries to shove against me, but all of it mostly ends in the air. I easily block her and offer Jeremy my most provocative grin. “Let go of Cecily.”
“No.”
My friend wrenches herself free. “You have no right to touch me.”
They glare at each other in a ridiculous play of hard-to-get. But it’s no worse than Mia who’s still trying to kick me while signing that she’ll kill me.
“What she said.” I tsk. “How does it feel to be the second choice to me? In fact, you wouldn't have even been on her list if you hadn't stalked her.”
Jeremy storms toward me with all his demons carrying machine guns. Provocation success rate? One hundred percent.
Cecily jumps between us, her back to me as she stares at her nemesis, who ironically happens to be the man she’s in love with. “Stop it.”
“Step away.”
“I said stop it.”
“And I said to step the fuck away.”
Time to let them do their thing. This carefully concocted plan could grant me a seat in the UN if I ever think highly of world peace as a career choice.
“We’re out of here.” I drag Mia by the arm as she struggles, elbows, and uses every trick under the sun to release herself from my grip. And while I contain her crazy, I can’t resist throwing over my shoulder, “Remember, Ces. You loved me first.”
Jeremy strides toward me, but Cecily stops him again.
Soon enough, Mia and I are outside. She kicks up the aggressiveness a notch and tries to kick my knee.
I swing her tiny body and shove her against the wall under a faint streetlamp. The light casts a soft glow on her petite face and adds a subtle shine to her blonde tresses intertwined with blue ribbons.
Her dress is short, exposing her slender long legs, and I like to think she dressed up for me. It doesn’t help that it’s been longer than I prefer since she’s graced me with her infuriating presence.
My fingers dig into her shoulder. “Calm the fuck down. What’s got your knickers in a twist?”
“You.” She points at me, her eyes blazing a darker blue like the color of murdered roses. “Go to hell, you fucking bastard.”
“Only if you come along. I’d appreciate the company.”
Her murderous state only seems to rage further as red splashes her cheeks. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Why were you trying to kiss Cecily?”
“Aww, jealous, are we?”
“More like I don’t want to see Jeremy hurt.”
“Your dear Jeremy loves Cecily, so unless you’re in the mood to become a third and very unwanted wheel, I’d suggest you give up.” I jam my knee between her legs. “Besides, I can keep you satisfied.”
She lifts her chin. “One cock isn’t enough, I’m afraid. I like variety.”
Now, it’s my mood that takes a sharp dive to a black inky well of nothingness, even worse than when I saw her selfie with him. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“You understood me just fine.” She pushes me away. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go find some fun for the night.”
“Don’t turn your back on me, Mia. You know perfectly well what I’ll do if you run.”
She flips her hair and flips me off.
A sadistic grin lifts my lips.
Mia will run, and not only will I catch her, but I’ll also fuck her until she can’t move.
Until she understands there’s no other cock that’ll be inside her but mine.
19
MIA
The asshole is out for blood.
There’s no other civil way to describe whatever the hell is going on in the psycho’s head.