Silver walked with her head held up high, irritation glittering in her eyes. She looked to Giada, “f*****g Tulio wouldn’t let me in here with Cap in here. Would you believe he asked me if I wanted to get in the back seat of his car with him? As if. His d**k is probably filthier than Cap’s and Cap carried America on his.” She grabbed Giada’s coffee from the table and chugged it, swishing it around her mouth like mouthwash, gargling it and then swallowing it. Then did the same with her water glass. “Prick thought he was being sensual or something and put his finger in my mouth when I was arguing with him. God damn, he probably doesn’t wash his hands after he jacks off,” Silver made a loud gagging noise and then walked to the counter where one barista stood nervously. “Whatever the hottest co
