And there he was, standing there with all his glory like a f*****g god
“So, are you two like really official now?” Pyke asked with a wicked grin. He and Sean exchanged a look with amusement plastered on their faces.
I knew what he meant by that. The ’I told you so’ kind of s**t. I sat on the long black L-shaped lounge with Bash Hughes. His grandpa, Mike King married my grandma.
“Now you know what we meant, leg-spreader?” Bash hit my abdomen playfully, making me jerk and laugh.
“Don’t tell me you’re still sticking your falling off d**k to someone’s p***y?” Sean reacted.
“I doubt it, Rexwell. He’s a p***y-whipped. I mean p***y, a single p***y. I saw how he was losing his s**t when he thought Blaine might leave him,” recalled Pyke, “he looked like shit.” And laughed out loud.
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