HUNTING ADELINE ( BOOK - 1 )
chapter 1 ( part - 4 )
DAYA PIERSON / FL bestie
“Addie, you need to get laid."
ADELINE REILLY/FL
( In response, I wrap my lips around my straw and slurp my blueberry martini as deeply as my mouth will allow. )
Daya, my best friend, eyes me,
entirely unimpressed and impatient based on the quirk of her brow. I think I need a bigger mouth. More alcohol would fit in it. I don’t say this out loud because I can bet my left ass cheek that her follow-up response would be to use it for a bigger dick instead.
When I continue sucking on the straw, she reaches over and rips the plastic from my lips. I’ve reached the bottom of the glass a solid fifteen seconds ago and have just been sucking air through the straw. It’s the most
action my mouth has gotten in a year now.
ADELINE REILLY/FL
“Whoa, personal space,” I mumble, setting the glass down. I avoid Daya’s eyes, searching the restaurant for the waitress so I can order another martini. The faster I have the straw in my mouth again, the sooner I can
avoid this conversation some more.
DAYA PIERSON / FL bestie
“Don’t deflect, bitch. You suck at it.”
Our eyes meet, a beat passes, and we both burst into laughter.
ADELINE REILLY/FL
“I suck at getting laid, too, apparently,” I say after our laughing calms.
DAYA PIERSON / FL bestie
gives a droll look. “You've had plenty of opportunities. You just don’t take them. You’re a hot twenty-six-year-old woman with freckles, a great pair of tits, and an ass to die for. The men are out here waiting.”
ADELINE REILLY/FL
( I shrug and deflecting again )
Daya isn't exactly wrong—at least about having options. I’m just not interested in any of them. They all bore me. All I get is what are you wearing and wanna come over, winky face at one o’clock in the morning. I’m wearing the same sweatpants I’ve been wearing the past week, there’s a mysterious stain on my crotch, and no, I don’t want to fucking come over.
DAYA PIERSON / FL bestie
Flips out an expectant hand. “Give me your phone.”
ADELINE REILLY/FL
My eyes widen . “Fuck, no.”
DAYA PIERSON / FL bestie
Adeline Reilly. Give me. Your. Fucking. Phone.
ADELINE REILLY/FL
“Or what?” I taunt.
DAYA PIERSON / FL bestie
"Or I will throw myself across the table, embarrass the absolute shit 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 ass 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 eye 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, brown hair She’s probably an evil succubus or something.
ADELINE REILLY/FL
“Who are you texting?” I groan, nearly stomping my feet like a child.
ADELINE REILLY/FL
( I Refrain, but come close to allowing a little 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 sexted Greyson. Not texted. Sexted.
ADELINE REILLY/FL
“Come over tonight and lick my pussy. I’ve been craving your huge cock,”
I read aloud dryly.
That’s not even all of it. The rest goes into how horny I am and touch myself every night to the thought of him.
ADELINE REILLY/FL
( 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/FL
“I wouldn’t even say that!” I complain. “That doesn’t even sound like me, you bitch.”
DAYA PIERSON / FL bestie
Daya cackles, the teeny little gap between her front teeth on full display. 😁😁
My phone pings. 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.
DAYA PIERSON / FL bestie
" Read it " 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 u came to your senses, baby. Be over at 8.
ADELINE REILLY/FL
“I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but I really fucking hate you,” I grumble, giving her another scowl.
DAYA PIERSON / FL bestie
smiles and slurps on her drink. “I love you too, baby girl.”
Comments
Flora Llyod
God...this is so good
2025-05-21
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Alphina Pathaw
love it
2025-01-17
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