I nodded slowly. “Yeah. Marcus. My first dumb mistake. Apparently, also Tasha’s first opportunity to stab me in the back with her vagina.”
He stared at me for a beat too long, and I knew that look. That look meant he was calculating something. Probably how much bail would be if he tracked Marcus down and broke his nose. Maybe his knees. Maybe his d**k.
“You didn’t tell me,” he said finally, quietly.
I shrugged again, softer this time. “What was I supposed to say? Hey Daddy, I know we’re busy doing unspeakable things in your bedroom, but just FYI my best friend decided to get dicked down by my ex-boyfriend and now I’m emotionally unstable but still really horny?”
He didn’t laugh.
He didn’t even smile.
He just stepped closer.
Put the knife down.
Wiped his hands on a towel.
Then cupp
