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.

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.

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

[ake while all three teased me until I pointed out that they would act the same if they saw another guy staring at me like the waitress had been staring at Jake. That statement resulted in all three guys growling that I was theirs, the rumble of their voices making my

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 my hand, he pulled our linked hands into view, resting them on the table. I'm taken. Just set our food

sucked in a shocked breath and stared at the plate of food in

away from our girlfriend, and don't return to our table. I will be speaking to the manager and 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

Jake crowded against me, wrapping me in their arms. "Love, ignore that bitch; she is a petty, jealous girl, and it doesn't matter. We love you, and that will never change." Patrick said,

jealous people. We love each other and are doing nothing wrong." I gave him a trembling smile, and he leaned forward, kissing me

returned a few minutes later with several carry-out boxes and set one in front of each of us. That bitch will no longer be working here after today, and Dave, the owner, sends his deepest apologies for her behavior; he comped all our meals so we can box them up and eat them at home. Then

out