He didn’t even respond. He just grabbed her ass tighter, kissed her neck, and made her gasp again.
“Didn’t you get laid before coming here?” she said, turning back to me with a wicked grin. “Oh right, no, you didn’t. So now that you see me grinding my man, you’re mad about it.”
I blinked, mouth open, trying to form a comeback that didn’t sound like I still smell your dad on my skin.
“You know I love you, right?” she added sweetly, cupping her man’s face and humping him like she was on a mission to make the whole damn yacht vibrate.
“But I’m not stopping. So go meet your mystery man, whoever the f**k he is, and while you figure out how to get laid, I’ll be over here f*****g mine. Bye, bitch.”
I rolled my eyes so hard my soul flipped. “I need a drink,” I muttered, standing up so fast I
