Chapter 3

“And the answer is still ‘no.’ Keep trying so I can keep rejecting your offer. You’re never going to get a ‘yes’ out of me with that, so quit wasting your time.” I wasn’t annoyed, though. I was used to it.

“Fine, whatever,” Juanito muttered, rolling his eyes.

The moment finally came, my main reason for visiting. I dug through my jeans pocket while still seated, pulled out my small Christmas present in the form of an unwrapped jewelry gift box, and handed it to him with a warm smile. He was the only friend I still gifted every year because I was a cheap ass with the others. Just he and my immediate family got goodies from me. “Merry Christmas, you horny fuck.”

Juanito gasped like the big softie he was on the inside when around me, albeit a little dramatically this time. His eyes were immediately misty. “Yes, I’ll marry you, you fucking whore!”

I laughed. “Please, you’ll fuck the priest right after we say I do.”

“If he’s hot, fuck yeah.”

I waited for him to open the gift.