I growl and give her the filthiest look I can manage. My face would make a dumpster look like Mr. Clean’s house. “T wouldn’t even say that!” I complain. “That doesn’t even sound like me, you bitch.” Daya cackles, the teeny little gap between her front teeth on full display. I really do hate her. My phone pings. Daya is nearly bouncing in her seat while I’m contemplating googling 1/000 Ways to Die’s contact information so I can send them a new story. “Read it,” she demands, her grabby hands already reaching for my phone so she can see what he said. I jerk it out of her reach and pull up the message. GREYSON: About time u came to your senses, baby. Be over at 8. “T don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but I really fucking hate you,” I grumble, giving her another scowl. She smiles and slurps on her drink. “I love you too, baby girl.” “Fuck, Addie, I’ve missed you,” Greyson breathes into my neck, humping me against the wall. My tailbone is going to be bruised in the morning. I roll my eyes when he slurps at my neck again, groaning when he rolls his dick into the apex of my thighs. Deciding I needed to get over myself and blow off some steam, I didn’t cancel on Greyson like I wanted to. Like I want to. I regret that decision. Currently, he has me pinned against the wall in my creepy hallway. Old fashioned sconces line the blood red walls, with dozens of family pictures from