Haunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse Duet)
The Manipulator⁵
𝙳𝙰𝚈𝙰 𝙿𝙸𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽
Or I will throw myself across the table, embarrass the absolute $hít out of you, and get my way anyways.
My eyes finally catch on our waitress and I flag her down. Desperately. She rushes over, probably thinking I found a hair in my food, when really my best friend just has one up her @$$ right now.
I procrastinate a little bit longer, asking the waitress what drink she prefers. I’d look through the drink menu a second time if it weren’t rude to keep her waiting when she has other tables.
So alas, I pick a strawberry martini in favor of the green apple, and the waitress rushes off again.
I hand the phone over, slapping it in Daya’s still outstretched hand extra firm because I hate her.
She smiles triumphantly and starts typing away, the mischievous glimmer in her eyes growing brighter. Her thumbs go into turbo speed, causing the golden rings wrapped around them to nearly blur.
Her sage green eyes are illuminated with a type of evilness you would only find in Satan’s Bible. If I did a little digging, I’m sure I’d find her picture somewhere in there, too.
A bombshell with dark brown skin, pin-straight black hair, and a gold hoop in her nose.
She’s probably an evil succubus or something.
Adeline Reilly
Who are you texting?
I groan, nearly stomping my feet like a child.
I refrain, but come close to allowing a little of my social anxiety to air out and do something crazy like throwing a temper tantrum in the middle of the restaurant.
It probably doesn’t help that I’m on my third martini and feeling a tad adventurous right about now.
She glances up, locks my phone, and hands it back a few seconds later.
Immediately, I unlock it again and start searching through my messages.
I groan aloud once more when I see she $£xted Greyson. Not texted.
Adeline Reilly
Come over tonight and lick my pußßy. I’ve been craving your huge ¢óçk.
That’s not even all of it. The rest goes into how hórñy I am and touches myself every night to the thought of him.
I growl and give her the filthiest look I can manage. My face would make a dumpster look like Mr. Clean’s house.
Adeline Reilly
I wouldn’t even say that!
Adeline Reilly
That doesn’t even sound like me, you bít¢h.
Daya cackles, the teeny little gap between her front teeth on full display.
Daya is nearly bouncing in her seat while I’m contemplating googling 1000 Ways to Die’s contact information so I can send them a new story.
She demands, her grabby hands already reaching for my phone so she can see what he said.
I jerk it out of her reach and pull up the message.
𝗚𝗿𝗲𝘆𝘀𝗼𝗻: 𝖠𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒. 𝖡𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 8.
Adeline Reilly
I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but I really fucking hate you.
I grumble, giving her another scowl.
She smiles and slurps on her drink.
𝙳𝙰𝚈𝙰 𝙿𝙸𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽
I love you too, baby girl.
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