Chapter 73

Riley

Poppy’s face was bright red. Her eyes darted around the diner like someone might overhear us.

“Riley, please keep your voice down,” she begged, her voice filling with panic.

“No,” I said cheerfully, grinning like a maniac. “This is way too good. My innocent little bestie has been getting railed by her own stepdad? Hell no, we’re talking about this.”

She tried to slide out of the booth, but I was faster. I grabbed her wrist and yanked her toward the bathroom.

“Riley!”

“Shut up and spill, slut.”

I dragged her into the handicapped stall at the far end, locked the door, and pushed her back against...