CHAPTER 8: Adrian
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“Ouch.” Adrian’s arm twitched from a small, pointy elbow poking into his side.
The crowd booed as his mistletoe berry completely missed the doll.
“You missed!” Desiree sent him a disgusted look. “How could you miss?”
“Good question.” He frowned at Ellie who stood by his side with an innocent expression on her pretty face. “Redo.” He took a step forward. He was getting that berry and going to land it right on that doll’s anatomically correct p***y.
“No. Wait.” Ellie grabbed his arm, her fingers digging in so hard he could feel her nails through his suit jacket and shirt. “That’s not fair. He had his shot.”
“She’s right,” said Desiree. “Unless there was a good reason that you missed.” Her eyes darted from him to Ellie.
“There wasn’t. He just has bad aim,”
