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I’m going dancing with Nick. And, it seems, we’ll be accompanied by a hoard of sorority girls. Wanna come?”
CHAPTER SIX
After consuming way too many calories on overpriced wedding cake, I arrived at The Oasis. After spending two minutes with me, Nick strode off with the club owner, Elliott Wittle. That left me with the Bachelorette party from Hell. Despite my joking invitation to Matt, I knew he wasn’t going to be coming, but I couldn’t help wishing he would.
“I think the bride needs a shot of tequila.” A girl named Ashley shoved her face into mine, her pupils big and black underneath the strobe lights. “Maybe another round for all of us?”
Her breath smelled like tequila and my nostrils flared.
“I’m okay with my rum and cola still.” Kaitlin waved her glass in front of her friend, who then disappeared up to the bar. “I think Ash is a little wasted.”
I turned to my stepsister, who looked regal in an ankle-length white veil. Was she really going to marry Paul DeWitt, the cheater? I wanted to warn her against a life with him, but didn’t she deserve what she got for stealing him from me? “You sure you don’t want another one? It is your bachelorette party.”
“No, thanks.” She smiled and sipped through a red straw. “I’m perfect.”
As always, Kaitlin looked perfect. She positively glowed in a camel-colored silk chiffon dress that fit seductively over her new 34 DDs. And despite the small fortune I’d spent buying Kaitlin drinks, she didn’t look even slightly buzzed. The perfection drove me crazy. Especially since one of the sorority girls had splashed their red drink on my favorite pink top, leaving a noticeable stain above my left boob.
“Be right back.” Deciding I needed a drink even if Kaitlin didn’t, I snapped my purse shut and headed for the bar. Maybe Nick would be out of his meeting by the time I ordered.
“Wait!” Kim, one of the sorority sisters that had been squealing all night, grabbed my arm. “The bride needs a Blowjob.”
“Yes, a Blowjob!” A brunette named Heidi grabbed my arm and jumped up and down. Another squealer. “With lots of whipped creee-eam.”
This reminded me of college, only I was now twenty-five and sober. What a nightmare. I wriggled out of their clutches, knowing my eardrums never would’ve handled being in a sorority.
“Wait. I’ll come with you.” Kaitlin scooted up behind me and held my hips as we squeezed through the crowd and made our way to the bar.
I stiffened at the contact. Why was Kaitlin acting like we were best friends? Since the day she’d invaded my home, she’d shown me up time and time again. Now she was marrying my ex. Ten years living in Kaitlin’s shadow didn’t exactly give me the warm fuzzies toward her.
Still, when I turned and looked into her bright-eyed face, I couldn’t help thinking: What if she hadn’t known I’d been with Paul when they’d started dating? What if Paul was a loser all on his own and Kaitlin was just an innocent victim?
After all, I’d assumed Matt was a player, just like I’d assumed Kaitlin had known Paul was cheating on me when they’d hooked up. I’d been wrong about Matt. Maybe I was wrong about her. Shouldn’t I at least make an attempt to find out for sure before I let her marry him?
Ignoring my guilt, I squeezed onto the last empty barstool, leaned against the bar and waved crisp green bills. “I need Blowjobs!” Despite myself, I cringed.
“Actually, don’t tell the girls, but can you just get me a water?” Kaitlin asked, just as her headband popped off, flew back through the air, and landed in front of some guy’s feet, the end of her veil beneath his coffee brown loafers.
“Sorry ‘bout that.” The male voice sounded so familiar that I leaned back on the stool, and peered behind Kaitlin.
Warm brown eyes looked back at me, and my breath caught. Matt.
I shook my head viciously, sure that the one drink I’d had earlier was making me
CHAPTER SIX
After consuming way too many calories on overpriced wedding cake, I arrived at The Oasis. After spending two minutes with me, Nick strode off with the club owner, Elliott Wittle. That left me with the Bachelorette party from Hell. Despite my joking invitation to Matt, I knew he wasn’t going to be coming, but I couldn’t help wishing he would.
“I think the bride needs a shot of tequila.” A girl named Ashley shoved her face into mine, her pupils big and black underneath the strobe lights. “Maybe another round for all of us?”
Her breath smelled like tequila and my nostrils flared.
“I’m okay with my rum and cola still.” Kaitlin waved her glass in front of her friend, who then disappeared up to the bar. “I think Ash is a little wasted.”
I turned to my stepsister, who looked regal in an ankle-length white veil. Was she really going to marry Paul DeWitt, the cheater? I wanted to warn her against a life with him, but didn’t she deserve what she got for stealing him from me? “You sure you don’t want another one? It is your bachelorette party.”
“No, thanks.” She smiled and sipped through a red straw. “I’m perfect.”
As always, Kaitlin looked perfect. She positively glowed in a camel-colored silk chiffon dress that fit seductively over her new 34 DDs. And despite the small fortune I’d spent buying Kaitlin drinks, she didn’t look even slightly buzzed. The perfection drove me crazy. Especially since one of the sorority girls had splashed their red drink on my favorite pink top, leaving a noticeable stain above my left boob.
“Be right back.” Deciding I needed a drink even if Kaitlin didn’t, I snapped my purse shut and headed for the bar. Maybe Nick would be out of his meeting by the time I ordered.
“Wait!” Kim, one of the sorority sisters that had been squealing all night, grabbed my arm. “The bride needs a Blowjob.”
“Yes, a Blowjob!” A brunette named Heidi grabbed my arm and jumped up and down. Another squealer. “With lots of whipped creee-eam.”
This reminded me of college, only I was now twenty-five and sober. What a nightmare. I wriggled out of their clutches, knowing my eardrums never would’ve handled being in a sorority.
“Wait. I’ll come with you.” Kaitlin scooted up behind me and held my hips as we squeezed through the crowd and made our way to the bar.
I stiffened at the contact. Why was Kaitlin acting like we were best friends? Since the day she’d invaded my home, she’d shown me up time and time again. Now she was marrying my ex. Ten years living in Kaitlin’s shadow didn’t exactly give me the warm fuzzies toward her.
Still, when I turned and looked into her bright-eyed face, I couldn’t help thinking: What if she hadn’t known I’d been with Paul when they’d started dating? What if Paul was a loser all on his own and Kaitlin was just an innocent victim?
After all, I’d assumed Matt was a player, just like I’d assumed Kaitlin had known Paul was cheating on me when they’d hooked up. I’d been wrong about Matt. Maybe I was wrong about her. Shouldn’t I at least make an attempt to find out for sure before I let her marry him?
Ignoring my guilt, I squeezed onto the last empty barstool, leaned against the bar and waved crisp green bills. “I need Blowjobs!” Despite myself, I cringed.
“Actually, don’t tell the girls, but can you just get me a water?” Kaitlin asked, just as her headband popped off, flew back through the air, and landed in front of some guy’s feet, the end of her veil beneath his coffee brown loafers.
“Sorry ‘bout that.” The male voice sounded so familiar that I leaned back on the stool, and peered behind Kaitlin.
Warm brown eyes looked back at me, and my breath caught. Matt.
I shook my head viciously, sure that the one drink I’d had earlier was making me
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