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By:April Brookshire


“Fine, fine, I’m done. Now what favor did you want, Caleb?” She leaned against me, her breasts brushing my arm in invitation.

Not a twitch down below. “I need you to have sex with someone.”

She pushed her body harder against mine. “Feeling horny after months locked up?”

I pulled away, leaning against the door. “Not me. Gage.”

Hailey reared back. “What the hell?”

“I’ll pay you,” I offered.

Punching me on the arm, she yelled. “Do I look like a hooker to you?”

“Then will you do it for free?”

She faced forward in her seat, glaring through the windshield. “You’re such a jerk, Caleb. No wonder Gianna broke up with you.”

“I’m going to get her back.” My determination grew stronger. I couldn’t live without her and after months of hell I refused to accept it.

“And that’s why you want me to screw her new boyfriend? So she’ll come running back to you? How pathetic can you get? She doesn’t want you anymore.”

“I can make her love me again.”

She pushed open the car door. “I need Twinkies to deal with this.”

Following her into the store, I got a soda. When my phone beeped, I yanked it out of my jeans hoping it was Gianna. Dante had sent the text, Cece is acting weird.

Pulling out my wallet to pay for our snacks, I texted back, Did she dump you for another dude?

Hell no, but she won’t talk to me.

Join the club. I’m with Hailey. Call you later.

Later.

“Who was that?” Hailey asked as she tore open her Twinkies.

“Dante.” I took a swig of my soda and ate some cashews.

“Haven’t seen him in awhile. Is he still with that Mexican chick?”

“Yeah.” Driving off, I turned up the radio when a song I liked came on. “So, are you going to do it?”

“Dammit, Caleb! Let me digest my Twinkies before you start trying to pimp me out. Is Gage even hot?”

“How would I know?” I randomly cruised around, sticking to one way streets downtown. My car was reflected in the mirrored windows of the skyscrapers we passed. I drove by the building my dad worked in, thinking I should meet him for lunch one day next week.

Her head swung my way. “You wouldn’t cheat on Gianna. What makes you think this guy will? Isn’t her twat made of twenty-four karat gold?”

I gripped the wheel, trying to push down my rage at the thought of Gage touching what belonged to me. “Will you do it or not, Hailey? If not, I need to find someone else.”

She slouched in her seat, her shorts riding up. “How much are you willing to pay?”

“That’s my girl. Will two hundred dollars be enough?”

Her arms crossed under her chest, shoving up her breasts. “I’m clearly worth five hundred.”

“Three hundred. Final offer.” I could probably find another girl to do it for less, but I trusted Hailey to get the job done.

“Deal.” She held out a hand, wiggling her fingers. “I want a hundred up front whether he’ll cheat on her or not.”

“Hustler,” I mumbled, pulling over to get out my wallet.

As I handed her the cash, she surprised me by grabbing my wrist and sucking my index finger into her mouth. “Are you sure you don’t want some? I’ll let you do me however you want.”

Despite her protests, I’d definitely come to the right slut. “Tempting,” I teased. “But I’m saving myself for twenty-four karat pussy.”

“Jerk.” She snatched the money out of my hand, shoving it into her bag. “You’re lucky I’m broke.”

“We’ll have to figure out a way for you to meet him when Gianna isn’t around.”

Hailey waved a hand at her body. “What? You don’t think he’ll want this if the princess is there for comparison?”

Well, no, but I wouldn’t say it aloud. “It’ll have to be soon. I need my girl back.”

“I need my girl back,” Hailey mimicked snidely. “Pathetic. Take me home before it rubs off on me.”

I also wouldn’t say aloud that nothing was more pathetic than turning tricks. “Sure thing.”

After I got rid of Hailey, I’d drive to Dante’s. If Cece was acting strange, it might have something to do with Gianna.





GIANNA





I knocked on my bathroom door from the outside. “You almost done?”

“Almost!” Cece called from inside.

Gathering the empty bottles of Gatorade from my dresser, I tossed them into the trashcan by my desk. One hand shook as I ran it through my hair. I tried to appear calm as the bathroom door opened, but my mind was freaking out for my best friend.