Chapter 11
kennedy
Oh my God—this cocky son of a bitch is talking to me.
I would like to request a refund from the universe.
Chadd sneers. Make that a demand. I glance at the idiot standing beside me, flashing me the same damn smirk that’s on his fucking bobblehead.
On the other hand, I’ll take this cocky ass over Chadd degrading me for another thirty minutes.
At least he has an ass worth checking out.
One that could probably bounce a quarter up to a cruising altitude of thirty thousand feet.
I clench my jaw at the series of events that have led me here. Can this day get any fucking worse?
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