Perfectly Toxic (Sterling Shore 9)

Sometimes I think she’s too good to be true.

Chapter 42

ETHAN

My phone chimes with a new email, and I tilt my head when I see it’s from some dating website. “MILFS ONLY” is the name of the damn thing. What the ever-fucking-hell? That’s the fourth ping I’ve gotten today.

“Did one of you fuckers sign me up for a dating website?” I ask the assholes.

They all stare at me blankly, but Maverick snatches away my phone before I can stop him. Prick.

“Milfs?” He scrolls the page, checking it out. “Why do all these hot women have to have kids?” he groans.

“Seriously, this shit isn’t funny. Which one of you assholes registered me, and how do I make it stop?” I demand.

They ignore me as they all look at my phone with Maverick, everyone curious about what has him oohing and ahhing.

Then… Maverick turns as white as a sheet before he thrusts the phone at Kode. Kode bursts out laughing, and I cock my head to the right.

“What the fuck?!” Maverick roars.

Dane immediately looks on, and he loses it, laughing so hard he can’t speak.

“Is that your mother?” Rye asks, a slow grin spreading over his lips.

“The hell!?” Maverick snaps, half panicking. “Why the fucking hell is she on there?”

“Because she’s a hot milf,” Rye supplies, unaffected by the glower Maverick shoots his way.

“No. No. No. She’s not supposed to be dating anyone.”

“That’s a little bit of a double standard, don’t you think?” Dale drawls, goading Maverick. “I mean, after all, you think it’s fine for your dad to ‘bag and tag’ any girl he wants to.”

“But he’s my dad,” Maverick defends, as though that changes everything. “She’s my mom!”

“Hence the double standard comment,” Dale says, clapping Maverick on the back.

“Are we going to play cards or talk about Maverick’s milf of a mom?” I ask.

Maverick points a finger at me. “Get her the fuck off that thing, and never call her a milf again.”

“I can’t even get me off it.”

“Can we not talk about getting Ethan and your mom off at the same time?” Kode asks. “I’d rather not get sick.”

Maverick’s eyes glare daggers at Kode, who winks and flips him off before taking a sip of beer.

Grabbing my phone, I text Bella, while Maverick continues going off on everyone for not believing his mother shouldn’t be dating, unlike his father who has been dating for many years.

ME: Did you fucking sign me up for a MILF dating website?

BELLA: Maybe…

Oh, I’m going to fucking kill her.

ME: WTF?

BELLA: Your mom wants grandbabies. This would just shorten the process…