I wasn't sure what Davis was gonna throw at me, and now with Travis snagging his soon-to-be daughter-in-law out from under his son's nose, who knew what the fuck?
I looked down at the infuriating female that was now clinging to my arm with a stupid ass smile on her face.
"Dana, if I were you, I wouldn't follow Melissa, just do what I tell you, and we'll be good. Now let me go so that I can go do what the hell I have to do."
She pouted and flounced off. Damn, not married even one day, and she was starting her shit already.
I'm going to wring Melissa's neck first fucking chance I get. She knows I don't do parties; now I'm sure my wife is going to think I'm some kind of ogre. My wife, well fuck!
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CLAY
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"Clay, your girl Ginger's here." Chaz grinned at me, and I wondered what the hell she'd been up to now.
"Thanks, Chaz; where'd she go?"
"The clubhouse where else?"
"Cool, everybody in yet? It's getting late."