And There He Was...

XANDRY

“So, are you two like really official now?” Pyke asked with a wicked grin. He and Sean exchanged a look with amusement plastered on their faces.

I knew what he meant by that. The ’I told you so’ kind of shit. I sat on the long black L-shaped lounge with Bash Hughes. His grandpa, Mike King married my grandma.

“Now you know what we meant, leg-spreader?” Bash hit my abdomen playfully, making me jerk and laugh.

“Don’t tell me you’re still sticking your falling off dick to someone’s pussy?” Sean reacted.

“I doubt it, Rexwell. He’s a pussy-whipped. I mean pussy, a single pussy. I saw how he was losing his shit when he thought Blaine might leave him,” recalled Pyke, “he looked like shit.” And laughed out loud.

I gulped my beer, cursing silently. If I hadn’t known they were screwing up with me, I already walked out of this VIP Lounge without a second thought. But we