96: Red Handed?

SCARLETT

Lunch was over soon and mom had to leave for a meeting with other alpha’s wives, as soon as she left, I felt like I could breathe freely and I didn’t feel forced to interact with Micheal.

In fact, I’d willingly gotten him to walk me to the patio because I needed to get away from Alex and his torturous tricks. We’d eventually taken our seats and he started to tell me about the most horrible date he’d ever been on.

“The dating pool might be hell, but Tinder is the devil’s throne in that hell,” he lamented while I laughed my ass off.

“I can’t believe she stole your wallet and car keys when you went to the restroom, it’s killing me to think that she’d been waiting for that moment the entire night,” I held my stomach and practically howled my amusement.

Micheal was trying his hardest not to laugh at his predicament but the more I laughed, the harder it was for him. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that I had a contagious laughter, his struggle was proof.

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