That Girl (That Girl, #1)(41)

“Chef salad here,” Jewels decides. “C’mon, Heath order something,” she hisses at him.

Her sad look is back on her face, so I’m guessing the first day of the semester didn’t go well, or maybe she told her dad about the baby. While waiting on Tiny to make his mind up, I realize Lincoln has snaked his hand down to my crotch.

Turning my head, I whisper, “I’m sad you didn’t text me all day.”

“Sorry, had a shit day. Will never happen again.”

“Why a shit day?”

“My parents.”

“Sorry,” I say kissing his lips again.

“Okay, I want the chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and brown gravy, with a side of fries and an extra thick shake,” Tiny finally speaks up.

“Jesus, are you sure that’s enough?” I joke.

“I might order seconds since this chicken shit here ordered a f*cking salad.”

“Off to my next table,” I say with a plastered fake smile.

“Hey,” comes Tiny’s voice, “Monica probably has a bigger cock than me. She’s always been this obnoxious know-it-all piece of shit, so just take her with a grain of salt.”

Tiny’s words make me laugh, and I realize Monica is simply some insecure bitch who has f*cked up more times than she can count and feels the need to treat me like trash because on the inside that’s all she is. I mean, really, whoever can lose the love of Lincoln is truly a world class f*ck up, and I refuse to let a self-righteous bitch like her make me shed one more tear. I’ve decided to stay here and try a relationship with Lincoln, so it’s about time I stand up for myself.

I do believe it’s time to let this “C U Next Tuesday” know exactly who owns Lincoln Wilks, and I don’t give two f*cks if I lose this job, because I’m fighting the biggest fight of my life. The prize: Lincoln Wilks.

“Ready to order?” I ask the extra-large booth.

All gazes shoot to Monica, and it’s on. She has no idea how ready I am to take her ass down.

She starts with a dramatic eye roll. “Really, it’s about time you take our order.”

“Sorry, was busy serving my boyfriend,” I reply with a smirk.

Monica sneers right back without skipping a beat. “Please, he’s only with you because he feels sorry for you.”

Leaning down, I whisper into Monica’s ear, “Want to guess where Lincoln’s fingers were this morning? That’s right, buried deep in me while you were literally miles away. In my bed with me, making me come like a skyrocket.” Standing taller for the rest of the table to hear me, I ask, “Want a salad with that?”

And in my head, I whisper, “Game over, you rotten bitch.”

Monica’s face turns a sickly green, and she doesn’t place a food order. The bitch can eat oxygen for dinner for all I care. I’d love to inform her she’ll be a shit mother and her future daughter will despise her, but she doesn’t even deserve that from me. And in all reality, self-righteous bitches like her never get the clue.

Finishing up the order from the booth, I throw it at the new cook and wish the next waitress the best of luck. I may or may not have told her to spit in the Cobb salad order. Her mischievous grin lets me know she’ll gladly share a little saliva with any deserving customer.

Quickly I whip off my Jodie shirt as I prepare to join Lincoln. Halfway to his table, I realize I forgot my phone and turn to snag it from under the counter. I notice the lock screen is full of notifications. Sliding it open, I see a dozen texts from my man.



Lincoln: I love you.



Lincoln: My day sucked.



Lincoln: I need a good night. My dad is an ass.



Lincoln: You sitting on my lap was f*cking hot.



Lincoln: Fuck, you just bitch slapped Monica.



Lincoln: Okay, I just popped a hard one for you.



Lincoln: PS- please quit while you’re back there.



His texts make me laugh and blush at the same time, and they also remind me of something. Making my way back to the kitchen, I call out, “Tell Old Man Boone I quit.”

The quizzical look on the cook’s face is downright memorable. I know he’s wracking his brain wondering who in the f*ck Old Man Boone is. Well, it sounded good in the moment, and I let it fly.

Leaving the kitchen in my black tank and white shorts, I smile for the first time in a long time. It’s not just any smile, but a genuine one. Lincoln made me realize one very important thing last night, and that is I can feel all the emotions I need to feel, I can ride the roller coaster of shame and come out smiling, and most of all I can feel his love without insecurities blinding me.

“Hey there, good looking,” I say as I slide into the booth next to Lincoln.

“Well, hello there, Mrs. Cat Claws,” he responds, shoving a bite of burger in my mouth.

“Dude, this chicken fried steak is giving me a boner,” Heath announces with his booming voice.

I’m betting Jewels has had to form a thick skin with his deep voice and obnoxious as hell laugh. God bless her.

“I’m glad you like it,” I reply before another bite of Lincoln’s burger is forced into my mouth.

Turning to look at him, I see pride written all over his face.