I fucked my friend’s mom in the kitchen after his birthday I can buy a mansion. Why? “Fuck off,” I said. Baby, you have to listen to me. “Did it ever cross your mind that you could have just talked to me? Call my sister! “The only good news,” I groused. Catching Tyler’s lie created cracks in the rest of his story as the seconds ticked by. “I don’t want to leave Natalie here by herself, so I say we spend the night here, wake up first thing in the morning, and head back to New York. She held her hand up in front of me. “What the fuck? Baby, you have to listen to me. He was probably trying to provide further incentive to buy him off and leave her alone. He’s promised to let you go if we both leave now.”
“Marcus!” Natalie said, gesturing at Tyler’s face. Someone behind me gasped. I don’t have a fucking job, I’ve got the money to spend, and I hate you enough to dedicate the last few weeks to making your life a living fucking hell! “Maybe,” I said. I felt a sudden jolt as we both crashed into the bar, and then my stomach fell away as we collapsed to the floor with me on top of him. “Yeah,” I said. “Maybe Amsterdam. I showed up with an expensive present, gave them all the ol’ Tyler charm, and zeroed in on Natalie. I’m not,” I said. He’s a lying snake, and you have a choice—you can leave with him if you want,
