Consolation Prize
“That wasn’t what I thought you were going to say at all.”
“I know,” I answered. “Me neither.”
“Right,” she said slowly. “So can we start man-bashing now?”
I chuckled. “Sure.”
Just then, the door burst open, and Sasha rushed inside, followed by Chad.
Tyla glanced past Sasha and instantly narrowed her eyes. “No dicks allowed. Motherfucking cheating asshole sons of bitches.”
Chad froze in the doorway, his eyes going wide. Pointing toward the hallway, he said to his girlfriend, “Yeah…I’ll just be in your room,” and he darted as fast as he could go past the couch.