Page 23 of The Betrayal
Condescending cunt.
“Give it a rest,” I lift my glasses onto my head.
I look over to see Titus smirking. Wouldn’t be smirking if I were you after what I just left behind.
Nate is Nate, a small shrug of the shoulders and a wave.
Kaleb is fuming. Standard. Totally understandable.
And then there is Xavier.
“The man, the myth, the legend…” I smile at him, strolling towards him and holding my hand out. “Or so I have heard,” he claps his hand into mine and gives it a firm shake. “So, you’re the father-in-law,” I chime, trying to keep my mind busy. “Titus didn’t tell us just how strappingly handsome you are, Xavier.”
“Is he always like this?” Xavier turns to look at Titus completely unimpressed and Titus just nods.
“Unfortunately. But then again, he reminds me a lot of you.”
“I have never been so offended,” Xavier rumbles beside me and I take my seat.
A hot little waitress walks over, hovering for a bit as I browse over the menu.
“Have you fuckers already ordered?”
“No, we were waiting for you,” Nate says deadpan not lifting his eyes from the menu.
“Sorry about this morning, was a bit of a weird one.” I shake my head.
“I’ll have the French toast,” Nate says.
“Scrambled eggs with spinach,” Titus mutters, “black coffee too.”
“I’ll have a grapefruit juice,” Nate interrupts.
“Avocado toast and a black coffee,” Kaleb passes his menu to the waitress.
She eyes Xavier, holding her pen on her pad.
“I’ll have the buttermilk pancakes with a side of bacon. White coffee too please.”
“Never heard the word please leave your mouth before,” Titus is on his phone as he throws a little dig towards his father-in-law.
“Don’t get cocky, Titty.”
Snorting a laugh, I realize the waitress is waiting on me.
“Omelet and a bloody Mary,” I close the menu and hand it to her, “and a black coffee too,” I show her a toothy grin but she is not impressed.
Probably can smell me.
I can smell me.
The alcohol is seeping through my pores.
“Perfect, I’ll get that put in for you,” she smiles at the table then walks off.
“So, what is this all about?” I ask, this hangover is killing me.
“Well,” Kaleb shuffles in his seat, “if you wouldn’t have cut me off last night I would have explained.”