KINGSLEY
The ticketing booth was one of the spots where I bagged the most chicks, but somehow, Harper and her boy toy had managed to put a damper in things.
What the hell was he doing?
Fine. I knew what he was doing, but why was he doing it right in my face?
Hadn’t I been nauseated enough by their weird baking session on Saturday? Their obnoxiously loud laughter had rung through the entire house and I had to workout harder than I had in a long while to keep myself from punching him in the jaw to make sure he never laughed again.
And now, he was singing some infuriating love song while Harper’s cheeks flushed and her grin kept expanding where she sat. I knew of far better ways to make those cheeks flush redder, with the first graze of my finger against her c**t, when she mistakenly let
