I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74

Chapter 74

Emery’s POV

“Emmy beaaarrrr!”

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I barely turned before Sam came twirling into my room like a damn forest fairy on caffeine. She wore a light crochet cardigan over a strapless beige bandeau and the flowiest pair of cream-colored pants I’d ever seen. She looked like she belonged in an indie movie where the lead girl travels to Bali to find herself.

Right beside her was Jazz, rocking a green one-shoulder romper that clung perfectly to her waist, with a white bandeau popping from underneath and those tall tan boots that screamed confidence. I swear, if I didn’t love them, I’d absolutely hate them.

“Awwwn, you look so beautiful!” Sam gushed, heading straight for me. Her eyes sparkled before narrowing in on my chest like a hawk zeroing in on prey.

“I like your braids,” she added sweetly. Then, she gasped. Loudly.

“Awwnn, our ladies are out today, thank goodness!” She smacked one of my boobs lightly, like it was a damn drum.

“Sam!” I gasped, laughing and slapping her hand away.

“I mean it in love,” she said, winking.

Jazz leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, with a smile tugging at her lips. “Okay, the guys are all set and waiting downstairs.”

Sam flopped onto my bed dramatically. “They can wait. We’re ladies, we take our time. Dignified and sexy.” She rolled over to face me, still sprawled like she owned the bed.

I walked over to my vanity, grabbing my nude lipstick. “I’m already done, I just need to-” I carefully applied the color, smacked my lips once, twice, then turned around, and froze.

They were both staring at me.

“What?”

Jazz raised an eyebrow. “You’re wearing makeup.”

“So?” I asked casually, shrugging even though I knew exactly where this was going.

Sam pushed herself up on her elbows. “Emmy bear… You smell like heaven, your boobs are out…don’t even fight me on that, and now you’ve added lip gloss?”

“Lipstick,” I muttered.

“Whatever! The point is, someone’s trying to impress a certain hockey captain.”

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I scoffed, way too quickly. “That’s crazy. I just wanted to look good for me.”

They both scoffed back. Synchronized. Loud. Rude.

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“It’s fine, Emery. We get you have a crush,” Jazz said, casually flicking a braid over her shoulder as she leaned against my closet.

My heart stuttered.

Double shit.

Crush? What crush? I didn’t even like… oh god, did they know?

My spine went straight, stiff like someone had just walked in with a lie detector. I tried to act normal, which probably made me look like I had a stick shoved up my ass.

Then Sam added with a teasing lilt, “We see the way Howdy Howard looks at youuuu,” dragging the last word like she was auditioning for Broadway.

I blinked.

Oh.

Howard.

Relief washed through me so fast I nearly slumped in gratitude. I plastered on a smirk, crossing my arms loosely.

“Really? Howdy, Howard?” Jazz snorted at her own joke.

Sam shrugged like it made total sense. “I’m sorry, Ford’s really rubbing off on me.”

I rolled my eyes, tension easing out of my shoulders like air from a popped balloon. That was close.

Then, like some chaotic fairy godmother, Sam pulled out her oversized beach tote with the dramatic flair of a magician about to pull a rabbit out of a sombrero.

“Anyway, as your amazing, thoughtful, wildly considerate friend…” she started with a grin that could only mean trouble, “I brought a peace offering.”

She upended the bag right on my bed.

Condoms.

So. Many. Condoms.

Packets tumbled out in glittering wrappers like it was Mardi Gras for safe sex.

Jazz blinked. “Okay. Did you bring the whole factory?”

Sam stood proudly, hands on her hips, like she’d just donated organs to science. “Yes, ma’am. I’m in a freaking

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billionaire beach house. I would be insane if I didn’t plan for at least seven orgasms.”

Jazz cracked up. I just stared at the mountain of latex like it personally offended me.

“Okay, sex lord,” Jazz snorted.

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Sam beamed. “And I got some for you both. You know, Sex Lord being all gracious and charitable.”

I deadpanned, arms crossed. “Yeah, I’m not having sex.”

Sam narrowed her eyes and stepped closer, sniffing like a bloodhound. I instinctively leaned back.

“Em baby… I can smell the ‘I want to get laid’ dripping off you.” She placed a hand on my shoulder like she was about to give me a TED Talk. “Your eyes are glowing, your perfume is dangerous, and your boobs have reached diplomatic levels of exposure. I would bet my entire life savings you’re getting laid this weekend.”

I rolled my eyes so hard they practically filed for independence. “Thanks for the creepy analysis. I’ll let the horny gods know you believe in me.”

Sam just smiled, cocky and victorious, like she already knew how this weekend would end. I shoved a few of the scattered condoms off my bed and gave her a look.

She winked. “You’re welcome, future you.” And then she turned to jazz.

“Oh no. I’m actually on the same boat with Emery.”

Sam gaped. “What! Atlas is here! He’s currently single. Meaning you get to have sex with the hottest guy on campus!”

My jaw tightened. He’s not a toy. Not some prize to win or one-night story. But I didn’t say that. Instead, I just stood there while my thoughts chewed holes in my sanity.

Jazz shrugged. “Yeah, he’s hot, sure. But he’s got half the campus thirsting over him. I’m not tryna get into a competition with girls who cry over his Instagram posts.”

Sam gave a dramatic sigh, but nodded. “Okay, fair. Totally get that. But… we’re going to a bonfire. Who knows? A cute boy might be lurking in the shadows.”

Jazz smirked and plucked two condoms off the pile. “Fine. One for each hand. I’ll bring them just in case.”

“Smart girl,”

“I need new friends,” I muttered.

Sam leaned over me, grinning. “Honey, you’re stuck with us.”

Clasping her hands with mine. Sam said with a wide grin. “Now, friends, let’s go have fun and suck some dicks!!”

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