And my patience snaps. I’m not going to let her words bother me or my jealous beast to rip out and throat punch this bitch.
“Okay, Monica, I’m done. And by that, I mean I’m fucking done with this high school shit. You dated Cooper, you fucked Cooper. I get it, but what I also get is that you probably fucked about fifty other guys. So it’s no surprise that you’ve been fucked right at least one time. You see this?” I raise my hand for her to really fucking see. “He bought this for me. Not you. Which also means he wants me. He got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I looked into his eyes and said yes. I will tell you that after that he fucked me all night long. Not just one time in a car, but all fucking night long. Where I have to say, I matched him each and every time.” I look back in the mirror and pretend to play with my hair.
“Now if you’re done with this bullshit you have going on, trying to get me to doubt what we have, I have my fiancé to get back to.” I turn and shrug my shoulders while smiling at her. “Oh, and we have a wedding to plan. I hope you don’t mind, but I don’t think your invitation will be in the mail.”
“You think you will actually get to the altar?” She laughs.
“Pay attention. He’s the one pulling me to the altar, but I’m the one running with him. So, if you’re done with this hissy fit, you can get back to your friends and cry in your champagne. Because I’ve got my man to get back to. Oh, and you may have fucked in the car, but one time he didn’t even make it to the car, he ripped off my panties and fucked me against the side. I hope you have a very happy holiday!”
With that, I turn and walk out, not even giving her another thought. When I make it back to Cooper, I have to say I’m a little bothered.
“You were gone a while,” he says while I sit next to him.
“Well, that will happen when my fiancé’s ex-girlfriend corners me to let me know how much she liked you fucking her in your car.” I sip some water, putting up my hand before he says something else. “And while that thought is now in my head, I really fucking hope that it’s not the same car I drive in or else you better go and cancel that auction price because you are buying a new fucking car.”
“It’s not the same car,” he says, and I see the tick in his neck.
“Good. Now, I think it’s time to go.” I put my glass down. “You see, I also told her that you may have fucked her in the car, but I drove you crazy enough for you to fuck me by the car. And seeing as I don’t want to be known as a liar, we have to fuck against the car when we get home,” I tell him while I get up, reaching my hand out for him.
“I love you. You know that, right?” he asks, looking up at me. “And what we have is a million times better than what I had with her. She was something to pass the time. You are the reason I breathe.”
He stands up next to me while I open my clutch and take out something black, putting it in his pocket. He doesn’t ask me about it till we say goodbye to everyone and am walking to the front door. “What’s in my pocket?”
“Oh, those are my panties. I may have said that you ripped them off me, but thinking about that I really, really like that pair.” I shrug my shoulders. “Besides, I really love this dress, and I don’t want anything happening to it, so I skipped a step.” I look up at him, daring him to defy me.
“Get your ass in that car before I fuck you right here in the open.” He pushes me into the car that the valet had returned with. “Next time we get a limo.”
I smile at him before getting in. “That sounds like a great plan. But now I suggest you take me home because with all this sex talk I’m a little turned on.”
With that, he throws his head back and laughs. “Going to be the death of me, and I’m going to love every minute of it,” he says while pulling away from the curb, driving us home where he proceeds to fuck me by the car, twice. One with my dress on, the other with just the shoes on. Check fucking mate!
Chapter Thirty-Six
Cooper
I can’t believe the whole season is down to one game. This is it. Stanley Cup final. Game fucking seven.
Thank God, we are the home team. The arena is packed to the gills. I wish I could say it was easy getting here, but it hasn’t.
We’ve had our ups and downs. Our star goalie getting sidelined in January, he came back right before play-offs began.
The only thing going my way was my home life. Parker, Matthew, and Allison. Parker was always running around, and she never complained, not once. Well, maybe once, but it was just in passing. Matthew was making a name for himself, lots of scouts coming by each time he had a big game, and he never disappointed, pushing himself harder and harder to make himself better.