End Game (New York Stars Book 1)

LATER THAT NIGHT

Gracie: I will never forgive you for tonight.

Kow: Fuck off, Gracie.

Kow: He broke the code.

Gracie: Ah. This mythical code again. Trent already told me about it.

Gracie: Since when do you give a fuck about me, Kow?

Gracie: You fuck my friends, but I can’t fuck yours?

Kow: Is that what this is about? PAYBACK?

Gracie: NO.

Gracie: I know diving into a random puck bunny’s pussy is your goal in life but dicks aren’t the center of my existence.

Kow: Did this all start as bullshit? This PA crap was just a front?

Gracie: Of course it wasn’t.

Kow: He should have ASKED.

Gracie: As far as I know, King Charles III is our king not King Charles I. He doesn’t have to ask you dick.

Gracie: Do I ask you about your relationships?

Kow: This is different and if you can’t see that then there’s nothing to say.

Gracie: I told Trent, and now I’m telling you. Hurt him again, I’ll make the ‘green dye affair’ look like small potatoes by comparison.