novelraw Chapter 262: You’re Icing Your Balls Wrong
Chapter 262: You’re Icing Your Balls Wrong
Aria scrolled up and down, pulling the feed to refresh, but whatever the teenager had been looking at regarding Bella and Leo was gone. The algorithm had refreshed, swallowing the post into the digital void.
Aria flashed a flawless, perfectly practiced celebrity smile and shoved the phone back into the stunned girl’s hands.
She spun on her bare heel and strutted right out the door, leaving the cashier paralyzed in the fluorescent lighting of the pharmacy.
The second she pulled the door shut, Damien held her iPhone out to her.
Aria took the phone and pressed it to her ear.
Aria winced, pulling the speaker an inch away from her eardrum. She grabbed the blue gel ice pack she had just bought and tossed it over the center console to Damien.
"Sorry! Sorry, Zoe, this morning has been completely crazy," Aria apologized, putting the phone on speaker as she opened the Instagram app.
Her jaw unhinged.
The caption burned into Aria’s retinas: He’s so cute when he’s sleeping.
@LeoFanAccount99: EXCUSE ME?! IS THIS REAL?! TELL ME THIS IS FROM A MOVIE SET
@Hater33: Aria fakes a coma and Bella swoops in and steals the best guy in showbiz. The Vale sisters are messy AF.
"Aria, we are going to miss the morning talk show!" Zoe panicked over the speaker, hyperventilating. "This is the biggest morning show in the country! I licked a lot of ball sacks to get you on this segment, Aria!"
Aria wasn’t listening at all. Her blood was boiling. Bella had dug her toxic claws into the sweetest, purest golden retriever of a guy on their movie set, and she was parading him around like a shiny new accessory to steal the spotlight.
Aria snapped back to reality, tearing her eyes away from the screen.
Aria didn’t wait for a response. She hit the red ’end call’ button, cutting her best friend off, and tossed her phone right into Damien’s lap.
"Can you believe that?!" Aria ranted, her bare foot hitting the gas as she merged into the traffic. "Bella and Leo?! Possibly dating?! I literally can’t believe it! It makes me sick!"
"I had grand plans of setting Zoe up with Leo!" Aria complained, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the steering wheel. "Why is it always the best, green-flag guys who get with the most toxic and undeserving people?!"
Aria didn’t yield. She laid her hand flat on the horn, letting out a long, deafening blare as she played a game of high-speed chicken. The businessman flinched first, slamming his brakes. He rolled down his window and flipped her the middle finger.
"Stick it up your ass, asshole!" Aria shrieked at the top of her lungs, flipping him right back before rolling the window up and flooring it past him.
The Maserati’s collision proximity sensors completely lost their minds.
Damien’s hand flew up to grip the leather-wrapped ’oh shit’ handle above the passenger window so hard the stitching audibly groaned. His jaw was locked tight enough to shatter his teeth. Every time she violently slammed her bare foot against the brakes, the blue gel pack on his lap shifted, threatening to slide off.
"Aria, the light was red!" Damien gritted out, his eyes wide.
She slammed on the brakes one more time. The car screeched to a halt right in the middle of a busy intersection, caught behind a wall of cross-traffic.
Taking a ragged breath, Aria turned her head and looked over at Damien.
Aria let out an exasperated sigh. "You’re doing it wrong," she deadpanned, looking at the ice pack.
"You have to put it under your testicles, Damien," Aria corrected matter-of-factly. "Take off your pants."