#Chapter118
And there He was...
XANDRY
/"So, are you two really official now?/" Pyke asked with a wicked grin. He and Sean exchanged a look with amusement plastered on their faces.
I knew what he meant by that. The ’I told you so’ kind of shit. I sat on the long black L-shaped lounge with Bash Hughes. His grandpa, Mike King married my grandma.
/"Now you know what we meant, leg-spreader?/" Bash hit my abdomen playfully, making me jerk and laugh.
/"Don’t tell me you’re still sticking your falling off dick to someone’s pussy?/" Sean reacted.
/"I doubt it, Rexwell. He’s a pussy-whipped. I mean pussy, a single pussy. I saw how he was losing his shit when he thought Blaine might leave him,/" recalled Pyke, /"he looked like shit./" And laughed out loud.
