“Oh, I’ve heard your ex is back in town and willing to offer her pussy when she finds out you’re loaded.”
“Yeah. She was here earlier actually. She approached me while I was having lunch with Samantha.”
Hawk stops me, “And who’s Samantha? Don’t tell me you found the parking lot girl?”
Fuck! I just blurted out. Now, Mom is going to annoy me with a billion-dollar question.
“Phoenix, who’s Samantha?”
I groan, “The parking lot girl. Now, shut up because she’s in the restroom.”
“Tell me about her, brother. So, that’s what made you busy, huh? You even ignored my message. Thank, God, you finally get laid after a hell of un-fucked months! I thought you turned into pussy,” he whistles.
“I haven’t get laid, asshole. We’re just friends. I thought you’re just going to tell me about Gabrielle. Now, stop asking about princess.”
Fuck. Me. Did I just say that? Damn it!