beating around the bush. It was the proverbial elephant in the room.
Mandy’s eyes narrowed and her cheeks turned red. “I’m so pissed and, honestly, a little embarrassed. You know that Drew and Charity have been screwing around for a while.”
Honestly, Meredith didn’t know that for sure—only what Tyler alluded to—and she wasn’t sure if Denise knew that, but she nodded anyway. “Yeah.” She took a drink of the tea that helped her sleep at night.
“Well, he took dad’s truck the other day, and he was bragging that he’d banged her in it, and I didn’t think that was right. This is Charity. Other people could hear it. Dalton was one of the ones that heard it, and they laughed, like it was awesome. It rubbed me wrong, because no one should be talkin’ about that. It pissed me off at not only Drew, but Dalton too. I said so, and I let Drew know just how pissed off I was. We were arguing and he was in my face.” She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “You know when we argue, we say stuff to piss each other off. I told him that I hoped his friends didn’t kiss and tell the way he did, especially Dalton, because I wanted him to get the picture that I don’t want him telling my brother ,” she emphasized the word, “what we do together.”
She stopped and took a deep breath. Meredith wanted to offer something, but she had no idea what else the boys had done to tick off the girl in front of her. She situated herself on the chair she’d had a seat on so that she could look Meredith in the face. Her face was redder and there was hurt in her eyes.
“Do you know what Drew said?” She didn’t wait for Meredith to answer. “He said there was nothin’ for Dalton to brag about because I still hadn’t put out for him.”
Meredith gasped. Drew had said that?
“Now I’m pissed beyond belief at both of them. Drew warned me about having sex with Dalton; he gave me this whole spiel about how I needed to make sure it was right and blah blah blah, and then Dalton,” she crossed her arms over her chest, “he told me he was fine with it, and now I find out he’s bitching to my damn brother.”
Meredith didn’t know what to say.
Mandy, however had words for both of them. “I’m fuckin’ pissed.”
And it was obvious that she very much was.
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Chapter Eight
“W hy did Mandy run outta here like her ass was on fire?” Liam asked Denise as he grabbed his leather cut. He’d been tucking Tatum in and had heard raised voices, but knew if anyone had the details, it would be Denise.
She sighed. “Drew and Dalton. I’m not sure what all was said, but they were bragging about getting girls.”
“Were they braggin’ about gettin’ girls or bangin’ girls?” He grinned and blew out a gust of air as she smacked him in the stomach.
“As long as I have no proof, my son is still my little boy,” she told him, running a hand through her hair. “Anyway, whatever they said really upset Mandy. She threw some stuff in a bag and was gone.”
“These teenagers are gonna be the death of us,” he breathed out, pulling her into his arms, circling her in his embrace.
She melted there a few moments, letting the stress of the day go away. It was the best place she had ever been and the best place she ever could be. “Don’t I know it? I don’t understand what happened. I moved in and married you, and then one day we woke up and they talked back, wanted to drive, and then started asking for millions of dollars. This is all your fault,” she blamed him, a smile on her face.
“You know I like spoiling all of you, and you have to admit the kids work hard. They earn what they get, but if Drew is talkin’ about girls that way, I feel like I need to talk to him or somethin’. There’s no reason for him to be talking to Mandy like that. I honestly can’t believe he said it, ’cause I overheard a conversation between him and Mandy a few months ago. He was warning her away from Dalton.”
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