Bear Meets Girl
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And hello to you, too, Jai said Is something wrong?
That man is hung like a donkey.
Oooookay.
I will need all night to work that shit. And I will work it.
Jai sat back in her chair and her eyes briefly closed. Oh, and there was a sigh.
Explain to me why you cant just say hes really cute, I think I like him, I cant wait to get to know him better? Why cant you say that?
Because Im freaking out.
Freaking out about what?
I like my pretend boyfriend. Which is just weird.
Honey, calling a man your pretend anything is weird.
Cella chuckled. I like calling him that. It annoys him. Cella threw her hands up. You see? I enjoy annoying him.
Sweetie. Jai leaned over, took Cellas hand. You enjoy annoying everyone.
Cella thought on that a moment and finally admitted, You might have a point.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Crush woke up the next morning and decided that he wasnt going to sit around waiting for Baissier to come at himor, even worse, fantasizing about a long-legged and heartless feline with an amazing tight ass and right hook. Instead, he was going to do his job and find out why Whitlan was really back in town. And then, hed take him down. If it turned out Crush could nail Baissier in the process ... well, that would just be a bonus, now wouldnt it?
So, just before noon, Crush walked into a Yonkers bar. As soon as he opened the door, with the early afternoon sun behind him, those already drinking or working looked up to see who was coming in. But as Crushs shadow grew on the floor and he stepped farther in, they all quickly turned away except the bartender.
Hey, man. The bartender laughed. Dude ... what happened to your hair?
Cella looked at her vibrating phone again, before quickly sending the call to her voice mail.
What are you doing? Rivka asked.
Avoiding someone. To be specific, Cella was avoiding Blayne. As the Groups hybrid kids got older, Cella and Blayne had been eyeing some of them for their respective teams. Although Blayne could give two shits about the males, she wanted Cella to leave the females to her for her precious roller derby team. But after watching Hannah handle herself in that fight with the grizzlies yesterday, Cella knew she wanted the bear hybrid to try out for the Carnivores. Which meant that she would be forced to listen to Blayne Thorpe whine about it.
Before putting her phone back in her pocket, she checked the time.
Do you have to go?
Not yet, but I promised Id meet some of the guys for training today. But dont worry, I have time. Your bachelorette party is more important than anything rightnow.
I dont care about a bachelorette party.
Of course, you dont. Youre in love, blah, blah, blah. But your friends do care and thats all that matters. Cella wasnt lying when shed told Jai that she adored Rivka. She really did. How could she not? A fellow She-tiger, Rivka always looked so cute and girly with her curly black hair that it was hard to believe she was one of KZSs Cleaners. Born and raised in Israel, shed been recruited by KZS when she was twenty and theyd moved her to the States. With minimal equipment, she could dispose of a battalion of bodies in less than six hours. She was also loyal, dependable, and took great care of Cellas kid. In the end, that was all that mattered to Cella: Were you someone worthy of being around Meghan? The fact that Bri actually loved her, too, was the least of Cellas concerns.
Returning to her checklist, Cella said, Im thinking open bar.
Rivka put her nearly empty cereal bowl on the side table. Are you insane? Do you have any idea how much these feline bitches can drink when its on someone elses tab?
After debating an open bar, crafting a reasonable guest list and making wardrobe decisions, Cella had just moved on to dinner options when the front door to Rivka and Bris extremely high-priced penthouse opened and a voice from the hallway called out, Wheres my pussy at?
The two females looked at each other, then back at the living room archway. A few seconds later, Bri came sauntering through with a large deli bag smelling delightfully of fresh pastry and coffee.
He stopped in the archway and stared. Oh. Cella. Youre here.
Tilting her head to the side, Cella asked, Do I count as your pussy, too?
He scowled. No, you do not. Bri walked farther into the room. And what are you doing herehe pointed at Cella and Rivkacanoodling?
Cella tried to see it from Bris point of view. Both females were on the couch, Cellas back against the armrest and her legs over Rivkas legs with Rivka toying with Cellas shoelaces. Okay. The visual might be easy to misinterpret by regular full-humans, but a feline should ... oh, forget it. Bri was still a guy and to him nothing was more frightening than having the mother of his child good friends with his fiance. And considering how much Cella enjoyed messing with Bris mind, she could understand his concern.
Dont get paranoid. You always seem to forget, babys daddy
Stop calling me that.
that as cats were naturally affectionate when we actually like someone. I like Rivka, but that doesnt mean I want to bone her. She looked at Rivka. Do you want to bone me, sweetie?
That man is hung like a donkey.
Oooookay.
I will need all night to work that shit. And I will work it.
Jai sat back in her chair and her eyes briefly closed. Oh, and there was a sigh.
Explain to me why you cant just say hes really cute, I think I like him, I cant wait to get to know him better? Why cant you say that?
Because Im freaking out.
Freaking out about what?
I like my pretend boyfriend. Which is just weird.
Honey, calling a man your pretend anything is weird.
Cella chuckled. I like calling him that. It annoys him. Cella threw her hands up. You see? I enjoy annoying him.
Sweetie. Jai leaned over, took Cellas hand. You enjoy annoying everyone.
Cella thought on that a moment and finally admitted, You might have a point.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Crush woke up the next morning and decided that he wasnt going to sit around waiting for Baissier to come at himor, even worse, fantasizing about a long-legged and heartless feline with an amazing tight ass and right hook. Instead, he was going to do his job and find out why Whitlan was really back in town. And then, hed take him down. If it turned out Crush could nail Baissier in the process ... well, that would just be a bonus, now wouldnt it?
So, just before noon, Crush walked into a Yonkers bar. As soon as he opened the door, with the early afternoon sun behind him, those already drinking or working looked up to see who was coming in. But as Crushs shadow grew on the floor and he stepped farther in, they all quickly turned away except the bartender.
Hey, man. The bartender laughed. Dude ... what happened to your hair?
Cella looked at her vibrating phone again, before quickly sending the call to her voice mail.
What are you doing? Rivka asked.
Avoiding someone. To be specific, Cella was avoiding Blayne. As the Groups hybrid kids got older, Cella and Blayne had been eyeing some of them for their respective teams. Although Blayne could give two shits about the males, she wanted Cella to leave the females to her for her precious roller derby team. But after watching Hannah handle herself in that fight with the grizzlies yesterday, Cella knew she wanted the bear hybrid to try out for the Carnivores. Which meant that she would be forced to listen to Blayne Thorpe whine about it.
Before putting her phone back in her pocket, she checked the time.
Do you have to go?
Not yet, but I promised Id meet some of the guys for training today. But dont worry, I have time. Your bachelorette party is more important than anything rightnow.
I dont care about a bachelorette party.
Of course, you dont. Youre in love, blah, blah, blah. But your friends do care and thats all that matters. Cella wasnt lying when shed told Jai that she adored Rivka. She really did. How could she not? A fellow She-tiger, Rivka always looked so cute and girly with her curly black hair that it was hard to believe she was one of KZSs Cleaners. Born and raised in Israel, shed been recruited by KZS when she was twenty and theyd moved her to the States. With minimal equipment, she could dispose of a battalion of bodies in less than six hours. She was also loyal, dependable, and took great care of Cellas kid. In the end, that was all that mattered to Cella: Were you someone worthy of being around Meghan? The fact that Bri actually loved her, too, was the least of Cellas concerns.
Returning to her checklist, Cella said, Im thinking open bar.
Rivka put her nearly empty cereal bowl on the side table. Are you insane? Do you have any idea how much these feline bitches can drink when its on someone elses tab?
After debating an open bar, crafting a reasonable guest list and making wardrobe decisions, Cella had just moved on to dinner options when the front door to Rivka and Bris extremely high-priced penthouse opened and a voice from the hallway called out, Wheres my pussy at?
The two females looked at each other, then back at the living room archway. A few seconds later, Bri came sauntering through with a large deli bag smelling delightfully of fresh pastry and coffee.
He stopped in the archway and stared. Oh. Cella. Youre here.
Tilting her head to the side, Cella asked, Do I count as your pussy, too?
He scowled. No, you do not. Bri walked farther into the room. And what are you doing herehe pointed at Cella and Rivkacanoodling?
Cella tried to see it from Bris point of view. Both females were on the couch, Cellas back against the armrest and her legs over Rivkas legs with Rivka toying with Cellas shoelaces. Okay. The visual might be easy to misinterpret by regular full-humans, but a feline should ... oh, forget it. Bri was still a guy and to him nothing was more frightening than having the mother of his child good friends with his fiance. And considering how much Cella enjoyed messing with Bris mind, she could understand his concern.
Dont get paranoid. You always seem to forget, babys daddy
Stop calling me that.
that as cats were naturally affectionate when we actually like someone. I like Rivka, but that doesnt mean I want to bone her. She looked at Rivka. Do you want to bone me, sweetie?
