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There's a bro code—you don't mess around with your buddies chick.
Letting him think that Lou-Lou and I are having some kind of fling will keep him from hitting on her, thus keeping him safe from DeLuca. It's a no brainier.
“Yeah,” I say. “Guess you're right about that.”
“You sure you're going to be okay with tons of guys ogling her in the cage?” Jackson asks.
“Trust me, I'll be fine.” He gives me an odd look but I shrug it off and walk back into the bedroom for my cellphone so I can call the super.
I take my gun out of my waistband but point it directly at Lou-Lou on instinct when she starts screaming and comes at me. “You asshole!”
“Asshole?” I question, trying my hardest to figure out why she's so agitated.
She starts ru
A remote, a pillow, an alarm clock.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I roar while ducking just in time to miss the bottle of whiskey being chucked at my head.
It hits the surface with a loud crash, the amber liquid now drizzling down the white wall behind me. “You crazy bitch.”
I'll admit, I'm not usually one to call women bitches...but in the case...I think it's warranted.
She's going bat-shit crazy for no reason. I haven't done a thing to this girl other than check up on her all night.
“I can't believe you fucked me while I was passed out. Do you know what that's called, asshole!” she screams at the top of her lungs before storming out of the bedroom like the Tasmanian devil.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
Does she honestly think I'm capable of something like that?
I fight that reoccurring thought from last night ru
Tyrone and Jackson are on their feet, utter shock across their faces.
I grab her arm but she flinches so I drop it. “I didn't rape you.”
My stomach knots and I want to fucking puke because never in my life did I ever think I'd have to utter that statement; or be in the position of defending myself against something so heinous.
She puts her hands on her hips and her eyes scrape over my body. “Then why aren't you wearing any clothes?”
I'm about to answer but then she screams, “And why was I in your bed when I woke up this morning?”
She throws her hands up in the air. “I mean, what the hell else am I supposed to think?”
Not that...anything but that.
“First of all—I had no choice but to bring you here since I don't have the key to your place.”
I look down at my boxers. “Secondly—I turned the air down for you because you were trembling. I thought you were cold and I wanted you to be comfortable. However, I got hot in the middle of the night...hence my state of undress.”
She opens her mouth but I cut her off. “And finally—I put you in my bed because I was trying to be a gentleman. I slept on the couch in my room the entire night—I slept on the couch in my room instead of the one in the living room because you were passed out drunk and I wanted to make sure you were okay. I didn't want to be too far away in case you needed me.”
Her eyes open wide and her hand covers her mouth. “Shit—” She pauses and closes her eyes. “I'm—”
Then before she can finish that statement or give me the apology I think I deserve, she bolts right out the front door.
I look across the room at Tyrone and Jackson who are standing there with their mouths wide open.
Tyrone points his spoon at the door. “Women,” he says. “The hot ones are always the craziest.”
Beside him Jackson nods. “True...but that was still a fucked up thing to be accused of.” He looks at me. “Where the hell did you find this girl?”
I squeeze my neck and shrug. “Around.”
He brings his bowl to the sink. “Be careful, man. That girl has drama and bad news written all over her.”
Don't I know it.