Haunting-Adeline

I laugh, catching Daya by her arm before she flies ass over teacup over
the balcony.
She wouldn’t look so pre y with her face bashed in and her skull cracked
open.
“Damn, you both woke up and chose violence today, huh?”
Daya rips her arm from my hand and glares at me, her pre y green eyes
full of ire. And then she turns to Addie. “I thought we hated him.”
I cock a brow, also staring at Addie and wai ng for her answer. At this
point, she can lie and say she s ll does. I know the truth, and that’s what
ma ers. I have a single feeling in my body, and it’s a ached to the freckledface
girl who looks like she’s having a stroke. It’s going to take a lot more
than her lying to her best friend to hurt it.
Addie's face is red and her mouth flops, but no words come out. She
might even be going into cardiac arrest.
Daya trains her glare on me and opens her mouth, but I cut in, “I’d be
very careful about your words and any swinging limbs. I do sign your
paychecks.”
Her eyes widen, taken aback. “So it is you. You are Z?” she demands.
“What, does my face not meet your expecta ons?”
The look that comes over Daya's face is pure entertainment. I swear you
can’t find this shit on T.V. anymore.
She flounders for an answer but comes up short. All she really can do is
just stare.
“I hope you understand that Addie never really stood a chance. Don’t
blame her.”
Addie crosses her arms, huffing at me and finally finding her voice. All I
had to do was piss her off. “I make my own decisions, Zade. Quit ac ng like
I didn’t have a choice.”
I just smile, le ng her think what she wants. Whatever gets her pussy
willingly wrapped back around my cock, I guess.
“You knew I already had suspicions, Addie. Why wouldn’t you just tell
me?” This me, Daya’s voice so ens, full of hurt and sadness. Addie's face
drops, and that’s my cue to leave.
“I’m really sorry. I haven’t been sure how to even explain what’s
happening with him.”