Page 145 of Beautiful Venom
“I got you. I’ll say you don’t know about it, and I’m doing him a favor. Act surprised when he texts.”
“I’ll be the queen of drama. Gosh, what am I wearing? I want to borrow that hot green dress of yours, but my ass won’t fit. How about the stretchy pink one? Can I borrow it?”
“No. I told you I’m sending them back with the others.”
“You already did and they were returned to you.”
“I’ll donate them to charity, then.”
“Me!” she says, offended. “Donate them to me.”
“I don’t want to see them, Megan. If I give them to you, he’ll think I kept them out of sentimental value.”
“D, honey, this shit can bring you at least a hundred K if you sell them. You can keep the money for physical therapy once your sister wakes up. Quit with the stupid pride. Since that boy broke your heart, you get to keep all the shit he gave you. That’s the rule.”
“He didnotbreak my heart.”
“Totallybelievable with the way you’ve been acting this week.”
“I’ve been acting just fine.”
“You’ve been a grumpy mess and have been cursing Kane out of the blue as if you’re possessed. That’s a broken heart right there.”
“Nope. I’m just planning my revenge.”
“Another sign of a broken heart. I warned you to stay away from the Vipers.”
“And yet you’re excited about Ryder.”
“I don’t catch feelings for dick. I’m excited to fuck him, not date him. Anyway, want me to help with selling the clothes and shoes?”
“Do whatever you want.”
“Including borrowing the pink dress?”
“You can keep it.”
“OMG. Love you. I’ll consider it my commission. Got to go.” There’s a sound of shuffling on the other end. “Make me seem like the hottest girl ever when you talk about me to Ryder.”
“He’s already smitten. You don’t need it.”
“We always need a bit of a morale boost. Laters!”
I shake my head as I hang up.
A body slams into mine and I pause as pink pumps stop in front of me.
“Watch where you’re going, Charity.”
I inhale deeply as I raise my head and smile sweetly at Isabella. “Me? Seems you’re the one who has no sense of direction.”
One of her minions is about to say something, but she holds up a hand. “Don’t waste your breath on a nobody who was dropped so fast, no one remembers her name.”
My hand fists around my phone, but I remain silent, my smile still in place.
I refuse to give her the satisfaction of seeing me fall.
“If you’re done wasting my time.” I start to walk past her.
