Read Online Justified Love (The Southern Gentleman Series Book 1) by Nicole Hite - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Nicole Hite
Ads: Link
too far into the future and live in the present girl,” I added.
“Are you listening to yourselves?” Harley chimed.
“What?” Skye and I said in unison.
“Skye, you’ve been best friends with Wyatt for as long as I can remember, and I see you holding back your feelings every time you’re together. When are you going to wise up and finally tell him how you feel?”
“I do not have romantic feelings for Wyatt,” she tried to convince us.
“Yea and I'm Mother Fucking Teresa,” Harley added.
“Wyatt and I are strictly friends. Always have been, always will be.”
“Keep telling yourself that sweetheart. Maybe one day you’ll actually start to believe yourself. And you, what the hell are you smirking at?”
“Why are you bringing me into this?” I quipped.
“You are contradicting yourself and you don’t even realize you’re doing it.”
“How so?”
“Carr, I love you honey, but let’s get real. You are so terrified to let Colt in because you know you are leaving at the end of this trial. You’ve been lusting over this man for years, and now that you have your chance, you’re going to waste it away on the absurd notion he won’t like you back. How the hell will you know unless you let him in, and who gives a shit if you move back to New York? If he truly is interested, you’ll always find a way. You guys keep harping on my poor judgment in men, but you both have ideal situations at your fingertips, and you’re letting it slip away. At least I can admit my sexual craving for Chuck.
“I really hate when you’re right.”
“Damn right! I know what I’m talking about!” she said throwing her fist onto the table.
“That doesn’t mean it’s not going to be festering in my mind until the day I leave,” I added.
Just as I was laying my fork down, I heard the click clack noise of heels on the hardwood floor.
“Muffin Top, is that you?” Fuuuckkkk. I would know that voice anywhere.
“Hi, Paisley.” My day was going so good too. Why do I feel it’s about to take a landslide down to shitsville?
“Oh. My. God. I almost didn’t recognize you; you’ve lost so much weight,” said Reva, who was evidently still stuck on Paisley’s hip. Just like high school, Reva always seemed to be up Paisley’s ass, and bowed to her every command.
Paisley was the same ole’ Paisley. She still had the same sky-high hairdo with her matching frosted, pink lipstick. How or why she thought that was cute is beyond me.
“I heard you were back in town, but I didn’t think you would be here stuffing your face. Be careful. We may need to reinstate that nickname permanently,” smirked Paisley
“The only thing you’ll be doing permanently, is feeling my boot up your ass if you don’t get the hell out of here, Paisley,” Harley shot back.
“It’s ok,” I said placing my hand on Harley’s arm.
“Paisley, it was so sweet of you to stop by, but if you don’t mind, my girls and I were enjoying a nice quiet breakfast. So if you’ll excuse us we’d like to continue doing just that,” I said with enough sugar to give her a cavity.
“You know, it doesn’t matter how much weight you lose, Carrington. You’ll always be “Muffin Top Mason” in the eyes of everyone
“Are you listening to yourselves?” Harley chimed.
“What?” Skye and I said in unison.
“Skye, you’ve been best friends with Wyatt for as long as I can remember, and I see you holding back your feelings every time you’re together. When are you going to wise up and finally tell him how you feel?”
“I do not have romantic feelings for Wyatt,” she tried to convince us.
“Yea and I'm Mother Fucking Teresa,” Harley added.
“Wyatt and I are strictly friends. Always have been, always will be.”
“Keep telling yourself that sweetheart. Maybe one day you’ll actually start to believe yourself. And you, what the hell are you smirking at?”
“Why are you bringing me into this?” I quipped.
“You are contradicting yourself and you don’t even realize you’re doing it.”
“How so?”
“Carr, I love you honey, but let’s get real. You are so terrified to let Colt in because you know you are leaving at the end of this trial. You’ve been lusting over this man for years, and now that you have your chance, you’re going to waste it away on the absurd notion he won’t like you back. How the hell will you know unless you let him in, and who gives a shit if you move back to New York? If he truly is interested, you’ll always find a way. You guys keep harping on my poor judgment in men, but you both have ideal situations at your fingertips, and you’re letting it slip away. At least I can admit my sexual craving for Chuck.
“I really hate when you’re right.”
“Damn right! I know what I’m talking about!” she said throwing her fist onto the table.
“That doesn’t mean it’s not going to be festering in my mind until the day I leave,” I added.
Just as I was laying my fork down, I heard the click clack noise of heels on the hardwood floor.
“Muffin Top, is that you?” Fuuuckkkk. I would know that voice anywhere.
“Hi, Paisley.” My day was going so good too. Why do I feel it’s about to take a landslide down to shitsville?
“Oh. My. God. I almost didn’t recognize you; you’ve lost so much weight,” said Reva, who was evidently still stuck on Paisley’s hip. Just like high school, Reva always seemed to be up Paisley’s ass, and bowed to her every command.
Paisley was the same ole’ Paisley. She still had the same sky-high hairdo with her matching frosted, pink lipstick. How or why she thought that was cute is beyond me.
“I heard you were back in town, but I didn’t think you would be here stuffing your face. Be careful. We may need to reinstate that nickname permanently,” smirked Paisley
“The only thing you’ll be doing permanently, is feeling my boot up your ass if you don’t get the hell out of here, Paisley,” Harley shot back.
“It’s ok,” I said placing my hand on Harley’s arm.
“Paisley, it was so sweet of you to stop by, but if you don’t mind, my girls and I were enjoying a nice quiet breakfast. So if you’ll excuse us we’d like to continue doing just that,” I said with enough sugar to give her a cavity.
“You know, it doesn’t matter how much weight you lose, Carrington. You’ll always be “Muffin Top Mason” in the eyes of everyone
Similar Books
