(April’s POV)
“Happy Birthday, Lexi-poo!”
I don’t know who growled louder, me or Alex. All I know is, with the utterance of those words, I wanted to kill her.
Mind you, it wasn’t her words, exactly. It was the overall package. The seductive tone of voice, the skimpy clothes, the cupcake which she had nestled between those two flabby lumps on her chest she called b**bs, which she showed off by giving her shoulders a wiggle.
It’s too bad there wasn’t a f**king candle in the cupcake or I’d happily light the godd*mn thing. With a f**king flamethrower.
“What the absolute f**k, Alli? Go the f**k away!” Alex said and started to slam the door in her face. “I just wanted to be amongst the first to wish you a happy birthday, baby.” She said, all pouty-like. Thankfully, he wasn’t buying int
