Per their contract, Thursdays were Natasha and Anton’s dedicated anal sex day. So when Anton called early that morning to cancel, Natasha was caught off guard.
She wandered into the kitchen still in her pajamas just as Frankie was sitting at the breakfast table.
“Oh, hey Mom. Aren’t you late?” he asked.
Natasha kissed his cheek, then reached for the coffeepot. “Thankfully I’ve got a reprieve. Anton has a meeting with Binky.”
“On anal day? Wow. I’ll happily take his place,” Greg joked, sliding up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist.
Natasha leaned back into his chest with a low laugh. “I doubt he’ll surrender the whole day. He’ll probably call after the meeting, bitching about how Binky ripped him a new one.”
“Oh? What for?” Greg asked, releasing her so she could sip her coffee.
“Doreen accidentally rerouted some shipping containers or something. They were Anthony’s.”
Frankie’s stomach dropped, but he kept his face neutral. “Is Mrs. Diez in a lot of trouble?”
“I don’t know yet, sweetie,” Natasha said with a soft shrug. “Maybe.”
Frankie cleared his throat. “Is it okay if I head over to Rose Hills for a bit?”
Natasha blinked at the abrupt change in subject. “Uh, sure, honey. If it’s fine with your dad.”
“Fine by me,” Greg said, smiling.
“Thanks. I won’t be long.” Frankie grabbed his keys and slipped out the door. The second he was outside, he pulled out his phone and fired off a message to the group chat.
Frankie: SOS warehouse
