All Chapters of Say it Again-Tell Me l'm not just another deal to you : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

My fists clenched on the table. I was going to kill my best friend if he did not stop talking."Maybe she can maintain the charade and date around secretly?" Timothy snapped her fingers as if this was a stroke of genius or something. "That way, she doesn't, you know, miss out.".No. I interrupted her harshly. "I pay a hundred thousand fucking dollars, she doesn't breathe in any direction but where I say so. Got it?""Whoa. You're really selling it to me now." Klaus's standby eye roll made an appearance, and she took a cocktail from the table, testing it."Too bad," Timothy signed. "My favorite trope is why choose."."Choose, or all of the candidates will die under my administration." Pete smiled benignly at her. "Is that okay?""Hey, you know what?" Klaus stood up. "I was going to go get something to eat here, try out the restaurant, but I suppose I'll just have something in the house. I'm wiped out.""I'll get a cab with you." I leapt out of my chair.Klaus stared at me incredulous.

For the first time since entering my apartment, I was alone with Tucker.I glared at him in anger. "She said you pushed her."He seemed dazed but said nothing. Fear ran through my veins. So he did. Not that I didn't trust Gravity, but in some twisted way, the proof in his silence disarmed me. The warning signs were there. When he hurt me at the bar. When he bruised my wrist."You hurt her head," I said.He sputtered, making a nasal, guttural noise. "No, I didn't." He threw up his hands. "And don't act like I hit her or something. The moment she started vomiting all over me, I instinctively shoved her off of me, and her head bumped the wall very, very lightly. Like, not even much. And I apologized immediately and asked her if she was okay, but she was already screaming too loudly probably to hear.".I had panic in my throat. I had put my daughter at risk by leaving her with this.this.animal."You don't freaking push a kid off when they puke. You console them, rub their back, help them.

Flinn: Sure, Jan.Klaus: I'm never using voice to text again.Flinn: Why? Your oral skills are fantastic.Klaus: You're not humping.".Flinn: I bet I will be tonight...Klaus: HELPING!!!Flinn: You see, predictive text tells you a lot about the words we all use in our everyday lives.Klaus: I hate you.Flinn: Autocorrect, perhaps?Klaus: No. That was a fart.Flinn: Bless you, Cosmos. Delighted that we have got to that point of closeness.Klaus: FACT.Klaus was getting in her cardio when I showed up at the park, playing along as chasing after her daughter from the swings to the slides and yelling at her not to do what Grav then proceeded to do with a maniacal laugh. I chuckled to myself as I walked over to them. They were dirty and rumpled and a whole fucking mess but also kind of adorable.Fluffy and Mittens were swinging on my side on leashes. I decided I might as well take them out for a stroll. I was still looking for them a home, after all. Two replies had arrived by email followi

Yes?" I snapped off."How's the app going?" Bruce drawled in his southern accent. He was in a good mood, which immediately put me in a foul mood."Fan-fucking-tastic."Better than anticipated, actually. We were debuting in a month, and four hundred thousand individuals had signed up for the service already without even trying it out, because of a promotional price we'd run in an ad campaign that was everywhere on cable television and Times Square billboards. The competition was shaking in their boots and claiming they'd be offering the same services. But they'd never be the original. What we had was magic, and everybody knew it."Good, good. My people are telling me you're burnin' the midnight oil at the office." Bruce was impressed. Or at least he didn't hate my guts, which was an improvement."Yeah." I sat back, staring at my screen, attempting to work out where the hell he was going with this. I ran my hand over my head. My hair was growing out. Thank god. I was never taking anythi

Klaus: You'll still be able to make it tomorrow, I guess?Klaus: Totally okay if not. I still have time to invite Pete to join Timothy and baby-sit Grav. Rosemary is staying back in the UK with the nanny.Like hell he would. First off, she was downplaying how much it meant to her that I showed up, and I knew that. Second, I'd rather eat my own bowels than be a terrible boyfriend in front of Pete.Flinn: I'll be there.Klaus: You don't have to, you really don't.Flinn: Why are you still awake?Klaus: I could ask you the same thing...I looked down at the bulge in my pants under my jeans. Touché. The fact that she'd stayed up just so we could talk made me get a chub.Klaus: I get that this weekend means a lot to you.Flinn: No. You're really important to me.She was typing, erasing. Typing, erasing.Klaus: You're only saying that because you want your dick wet before I take off for the gig.I gritted. Klaus was still having trouble with words of affirmation when they weren't her son. Bu