Get Ready for War by Ni-Ni Simone Read Free Book Online Page B

what to do with in this lifetime. Let’s hope you know how to hold on to him. But just in case you let him slip through your fingers, I might need to taste, uh, test drive him myself.”
    â€œYou even try it,” I snapped, stepping up in her face, “and I will slice your throat. He is off-limits. Do you understand? You’ve slept with all of my other boyfriends, but you will not have this one.”
    â€œWell, technically, dear, he’s not your boyfriend. He’s still involved with that London girl, isn’t he? And if my memory serves me correctly, he is over eighteen, isn’t he. And you do know how I like them young.”
    I frowned. Kitty was disgusting. She was married to a man who was old enough to be her father, yet ran around chasing boys who were practically young enough to be her sons. I was convinced she was having some kind of midlife identity crisis or something. “Yes, Mother. I know exactly how much you enjoy staking out the boys’ locker rooms. Tell me something I don’t already know.”
    â€œSooooo,” she continued, seemingly unfazed by my remark, “have the two of you . . . you know, had sex yet?”
    I huffed. “You wait one dang minute, you nasty snot-rag. That’s none of your business. You have really crossed the line now, Mother. Bottom line, you keep your horny paws away from him or I will declaw you. Where’s your little boy toy, Rico? Wait, Lennox? Or was he last month’s freak of the moment for you? Don’t tell me they’ve tired of you already.”
    She waved me on. “Oh, Spencer, darling, unclench your booty cheeks. Don’t be so constipated. I’m only having a little fun with you.”
    I sneered. “No. You unclench yours. Better yet, keep your sticky thongs on and stay the hell away from Anderson.”
    â€œMy, my, my... awful possessive, aren’t we? What does your friend London have to say about all of this? Or does she even know that you’re up to your whorish ways, sneaking around with her boyfriend while smiling in her face. Oh, sweet-sweet Spencer. You. Are. Scandalous.”
    I rolled my eyes, placing a hand up on my hip. “And you are disrupting my morning, being here.”
    â€œLet me tell you something, Spencer dear. And you had better listen up good. All is fair in men, money, and war. If you want to drop down in the trenches and get dirty, then you had better strap up and be ready to fight for what you believe in. And that includes fighting for a man that isn’t yours, but is good for you. But in the meantime, you had better keep a close eye on that Heather Cummings.”
    I blinked. “I’m not worried about her. Heather can’t hurt me any more than she already has.”
    â€œSpencer, toughen up. There is no time to be getting all wrapped up in your hurt feelings. That little two-dollar trollop disrespected you. She called you out and declared war on you. And you need to handle her. You have twenty-eight days to prepare, since she’s stuck in rehab. But by the time she’s released, you had better be armed, loaded, and ready for battle.”
    She leaned her head back and twisted her hair up into a diamond clip. “Well, I have to get going.” She kissed me on the cheek, then headed toward the door. She turned back to face me. “Oh, by the way, your father and I are getting divorced. And you’re going to South Africa to live with him.”
    I narrowed my eyes. “What? South Africa? Oh, no the hell I’m not. I’m not going any-dang-where. You go. I’m staying right here.”
    â€œSpencer. You heard what I said. You’re going to live with your father. It’s time he started acting like a parent instead of running off into the wilderness. He’s the one who wanted you in the first place. I’ve done my part. I gave birth to you. Now it’s time for me to start living my life.”
    Before she