Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Wow.
Anger bubbles in my chest, mostly because I can’t stand people that talk behind another person’s back. If that’s how he truly feels about me, why the hell was he sitting at the bar being nice? I knew it was a trick, a way of getting me to think everything was over.
He’s got another thing coming.
I force myself not to react, even though everything inside of me wants to, and I spin on my heel and walk out. I go right up to Ramona and say, “How many Post-It notes do we have?”
She blinks.
“Ah, I ordered loads a few weeks ago. I don’t know, we’d have to check your office. Why?”
“You’ll see. Also, how good are you at breaking and entering?”
Her eyes get big. “Not bad. Tell me what evil thing you’re planning.”
“You’ll see. Let’s go.”
We go to my office just in time to see Riggs walking out with his little fling. He pauses when he sees us, eyes wide.
“You’re not allowed back here,” I say in a stony voice.
Then, without giving him the chance to say anything, I unlock the office door and walk in, shutting it behind me.
“Wait, what’s going on?” Ramona asks.
I tell her everything I heard, then I tell her my plan.
She squeals with delight. “You’re an evil genius. But I have a better idea. We don’t have to break and enter, I just have to get in there, and I know exactly how I can do that.”
“How?” I ask.
“I’ll seduce one of those bikers, won’t be hard. They’re always up for a good time. I’ll tell them to take me in and fuck me on one of those cars. Once I’m in there, I’ll unlock a door and we’ll go in once they’re asleep.”
“You’re a fucking genius,” I grin.
“It’s a win-win for me, I get to make out with one of those hotties. I’m not suffering ...”
I laugh, and we go through the office supplies until we find a whole carton of Post-It notes.
“I’ll get these ready.”
She grins.
I grin.
We know exactly how this is going down, and it’s going to be fucking epic.
He’ll wish he never called me a fucking psycho.
By the time he wakes up for his big opening day tomorrow, he’s going to wish those words never left his lips.
I’ll make sure of it.
9
“SHHH,” I HISS TO RAMONA as she giggles wildly while sticking yet another Post-It note on the very shiny, very expensive car we’re vandalizing.
Okay, we’re not harming it in anyway technically. We’re just covering it in a thousand Post-It notes that all say “Fucking psycho was here.”
It took me hours to write out that many notes, and my hand is killing me. Ramona busied herself with Papi, ew, and as predicted her plan when well. She told him she wanted to get fucked over a car, he brought her into the garage and the two of them did god knows what. She managed to unlock a door and when she left and they all went to sleep, we slipped back in.
With Post-It notes.
It’s going to take hours for us to cover this car, but the look on Riggs’ face in the morning will be priceless. Utterly priceless.
“What did you and Papi get up to?” I ask, sticking the notes on the shiny paint.
I hope this doesn’t cause any damage. I don’t think it will, I even did a little research, but I’m still nervous.
“We made out, he finger banged me, and then I told him I had to go, I forgot I was meeting someone.”
I blink at her. “You dick tease.”
She laughs. “He’ll be chasing me like there’s no tomorrow now. Also, the man is incredibly skilled with his fingers so I can’t wait to see what he can do with the other, larger parts of himself. I’m going to make him chase me until he can’t take it any longer then, and only then, I might consider letting him taste the rest of this pie.”
I laugh. “You’re evil.”
“One hundred percent. The trunk is done, I’ll do the left side. God, I can’t wait to see his face when he comes in here in the morning.”
“I know, I wish we could see it,” I say, smoothing out a Post-It note.
“I’m sure we’ll hear all about it.”
I laugh.
We finish up the job, which takes another three hours, but by the end, the once silver car is now yellow.
I pull out my phone and snap a picture, and then, giving Ramona a high five, we sneak back out, lock the door behind us, and rush back to my apartment.
The morning is going to be epic, I can’t bloody wait.
Ramona and I fall asleep on the sofa, at god knows what time, and stay there until the morning light streams through my front windows and wakes us. I groan and roll, my back sore from the awkward position I was sleeping in. Ramona grunts and rolls, burying her face into the pillow. I force myself to wake up, and then I remember what we did last night and leap to my feet, rushing over to the window and peering out.