Chapter 42: Don King

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"So... did you guys bone?" Iris's question is met with an eyebrow raise from the therapist doing my pedicure.

It's been a day of utter bliss: Ninety-minute full body massage, followed by a facial, a light snack and now we're onto pedi's then mani's.

"No," I whisper hiss. "We made out for a while but he left."

"Uh huh."

"What? The kids were asleep."

"Oh aren't you just the queen of morals these days. Remind me again how you fucked CFG in a room full of dead people."

Both our therapists shift uncomfortably, pretending to be busying themselves with our cuticles.

"We didn't fuck. And it was the room adjacent to the lab of cadavers."

My therapist's eyebrows could not raise any higher. Yikes!

"I can't believe you told him about Daniel. You haven't even told me about Daniel." Iris scoffs.

"I felt like he had a right to know. I really want to do things properly this time around." I admit. "Anyway. How was your date night with Damon?"

Iris blushes and since she hardly ever blushes, their FaceTime sexy time must have been HOT.

"That good, huh?"

"I can't wait for him to come home." She says longingly.

It breaks my heart that she only sees Damon for a few weeks at a time before he gets deployed again.

"How's Maya?"

"Typical angsty pre-teen." She sighs, "She insisted my mamma didn't have to come to London to babysit her, so she's spending the weekend at her best friend's place. Probably Tik Tok'ing all day."

James messages: Adam is impressing everyone. Some inside info: he's on Red Bull, Williams and Aston Martin academies' radar. August is on Williams and McLaren's radar.

A: What?? Really?

J: He's seriously talented love, and I'm not just being biased because I'm hoping to be balls deep in his mother later tonight.

A: I—

J: Are you excited for tonight?

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