Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter 117

When our order was ready, I danced happily in my seat, and Patrick passed me my caramel vanilla mocha, Josh groaned.

Baby girl, that is a lot of sugar,"

*Not as much as I normally add." I told him

him, giving him my sweetest smile.

Jake chuckled before pulling me as close as the seatbelt would allow him to, while Josh just shook his head and turned to face forward in his seat. My giggle turned into a moan as I took my first sip of coffee. All three guys groaned, and I smiled before taking another sip. It wasn't long before Patrick was pulling into the garage, and as soon as we entered the house, I could feel the difference. Even with four of us here, the house was too quiet. I grabbed the remote and turned on the reruns of an old sitcom, hoping the added noise would make me feel better. We sat around watching an episode, but none of us even smiled.

grab some lunch at the diner, and then we can go to the mall and pick up a few things." Before I could say anything. Josh was pulling me to my feet and slapping my ass, which propelled me in the direction of the garage door. The others followed, and I again found myself in the back seat, sitting next to Patrick, with our hands linked together, while Josh drove us

the diner, a waitress around our age hurried us to a booth in the back before telling us she would return for our drink orders in a few minutes. Patrick slid into the round booth, sliding over to the far end; I followed behind him, sitting in the middle. Jake and Josh looked at the remaining seats and started a game of rock-paper-scissors to see who would sit next to me. I giggled at the guys' competitive streak. When Jake won, he slid onto the bench seat, squishing

refill someone else's drink. I stayed wrapped around [ake

another glare, setting my plate down so hard that it knocked my fries onto the table. She ignored the mess and focused on Patrick, taking her time to lean over the table to set his plate in front of him, making sure he had a good view of her breasts. A look of anger swept over Patrick's face; reaching over and taking

Jake, who still had his arm around me. "What a slut," she hissed, glaring at me. I sucked in a shocked breath and stared at the plate of food in

owner about this." He growled. With a huff, the waitress stomped off. When she was gone, I took a shaky breath and swiped at my eyes. Josh took one look at me and turned, heading for the front of the diner in search of

in their arms. "Love, ignore that bitch; she is a petty, jealous girl, and it doesn't matter. We love you,

fit to complete our family. Ignore the petty, jealous people. We love each other and are doing nothing wrong." I gave him a trembling smile, and he leaned forward, kissing me hard. I whimpered against his lips

her behavior; he

out to him,