Jynelle screamed. Not a normal scream. No. A horror movie final girl, just-found-out-she's-pregnant-with-an-alien scream. Then she jumped on my bed, nearly kicked my kidney out of my body, and started flailing her limbs like an inflatable tube man on c***k.
"Say it again," she demanded. Her eyes were glassy. Tears? Excitement? Or maybe she was just choking on her own disbelief. "Scarlett Eloise Farnsworth, open your mouth and say it one more time."
I clutched the key fob like it was a winning lottery ticket that might bite me.
"Jack bought me a Porsche. A red one. And he bought the same model for himself. Matching cars. Like we’re in some deranged billionaire couple montage."
Jynelle dropped to the floor. Literally. Collapse, knees-first, hands spread like she was praying to the gods o
