Tipping the scales

Here’s mine:

“What part of ‘No’ don’t you understand, mister?”

“Stop being such a tease,” I growled, my demand hoarse with annoyance. And desperation. So much desperation. Hell, I was hemorrhaging desperation at an alarming rate.

She rocked her hips once, grinding against my abs, trying to fucking kill me, and calmly countered, “After you stop being such a liar.”

This damn girl.

We both knew she had me by the balls. We both also knew I couldn’t care less what she did with them. She could slice them clean off if she wanted to and I wouldn’t put up much of a fight. In fact, I’d remove the traitorous things myself and hand them over willingly. Any time. Every time.

Including now.

Accepting the inevitable, I went ahead and shredded my man card into a pile of confetti at her feet.


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2 thoughts on “Tipping the scales

  1. Here’s mine…

    “We know who it is, but she could still try something else.” Jake sighed softly.
    “I know, but I also know Leah. I could probably take her in a fight. Plus, I’d be with Claire. I haven’t spent much time with her since we started seeing each other. I feel bad, especially since she’s letting me use the cottage.”
    “Anything else happens that makes me nervous, you go back to staying with my brother,” Jake insisted.
    Maddie nudged him while offering a small laugh. “Anything’s bound to make you nervous. Not fair.”
    “Call me every day you get home. Nonnegotiable.”


  2. “Then you’re stupid.”
    I whip my head to the side to see a girl walking briskly past us. She couldn’t even be bothered to stop and insult me properly? I open my mouth to address Adolf Titler before she gets away but Evan steps in front of me and shakes his head.
    “What do you mean don’t? That twatwaffle just called me stupid.”
    “One, what on earth is a twatwaffle? Nevermind. Don’t answer that. Two, that was Heather Schilling.”
    “No shit, Evan.”
    “She’s heard nothing but terrible things about me.”
    “Then let me set her straight.”
    “Please don’t.”


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