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In this chapter, After the rink, I ignored him. Not because he didnāt text firstāhe didābut he was... Continue reading Chapter 179 of "Tempting Venom" for the full story!
After the rink, I ignored him. Not because he didnāt text firstāhe didābut he was deflecting as usual, resorting to that deplorable impatience of his.
Preston
Miley wonāt stop yapping about you. Itās causing me troublesome auditory poisoning that Iām holding you accountable for.
Hello?
The asshole store called to order more of you.
If you keep ignoring me, Iāll introduce you to my friendāblunt force trauma.
Fine. Letās pretend youāre not reading these texts as soon as I send them. We both know you canāt stay away from me, Marcus. Letās see how long you can last before youāre on your knees where you belong.
The prick knows exactly how addicted I am to him. Thatās why he keeps pulling these types of stunts left and right. Heās fully aware I wonāt drop him.
I can stillpunishhim, though.
Heās been irritable lately. I know because I might have followed him around yesterday after school. What? I never said Iād punish myselfāand not seeing his face for too long is certainly a punishment.
Letās just say Preston is taking the punishment exactly how Iād expect Preston to take a punishmentādramatically.
He was throwing a fit and whining and fighting with Jude just because he got his coffee order wrong.
āJuuude!ā he called as they were heading tohis car. āDid I say latte? Pretty damn sure I saidtriple-shot Americano. Black.Like your fucking soul.ā
āYou donāt need three shots,ā Jude dismissed him, scrolling on his phone. āOne is enough.ā
āOh, here we go. Doctor Jude picked up his brotherās annoying habits and is now prescribing caffeine limits. Itās ONE shot. One! What am I supposed to do with thisāthisā¦bean-flavored water?ā
āDrink it.ā
He took a sip and gagged theatrically. āJust so you know, this is a crime against humanity.ā
āYouāre being dramatic.ā
āDramatic? Me? Youāre the one who messed up. I give you one task.One. Bring coffee. Not solve world hunger. Not develop a soul overnight. Justcoffee.ā
Jude released an exasperated sigh as if he was used to this, and I, for some reason, didnotlike it. āI get your order right every other day. Itās not my problem you changed it today. If you keep bitching, Iāll kick you.ā
āTry me, big man. Iāll bury you ten feet under.ā
āItās six feet, idiot.ā
āTen for you. So no one ever finds your sad, little corpse.ā
I suppressed a smile, because, truly, he can be the most adorable grump, which is odd, because heās also usually cheerful. At least, thatās the propaganda image he wears on campus and in the league.
Preston the prince. Preston, who has the personality of a saint, when, in fact, heās the most high-maintenance person Iāve ever met.
Iām at a loss for what I can do to make him fall in line. Because heās right. Thereās only so much time I can go without him before it feels like Iām punishing myself instead of him.
I speed back home as the rain pours down harder, filling Stantonvilleās roads with puddles.
The lights in the neighborhood are almost all broken, and only my headlight offers a reprieve from the night.
A tall, dark figure cuts in front of me as Iām about to stop. I hit the brakes hard as my eyes adjust.
Who the fuck?ā?