“Hey,” I greeted her as I eyed her pretty, berry-wine-colored, chiffon tie-strap minidress, which I knew had cost two thousand dollars, and cute black strappy heels that were seven hundred. She was holding a five-thousand-dollar clutch. Then I spotted the sparkle of black diamond studs in her ears. “Mac?—”
“I’ll fix it like I fixed you,” she whispered to me before giving Lemon a smile. “Hi, Lemon. I’m Mac.” She hooked arms with her and led her to my room. “I really love this dress, but so will every drunk sicko we walk by at Noble’s.”
Mac was such a whirlwind. I shook my head as I followed them.
A half hour later, the three of us were finishing getting ready in my bathroom. Lemon was sitting on the closed toilet as Mac worked on her hair. I was standing in front of the sink as I added the last touches to my makeup. My hair was done; thanks to Vivian, it had soft curls in it. I had chosen my outfit instead of Mac. I was dressed in high-rise black leggings and a white crop top with long lace sleeves. I was kind of going for a mixture of my old life and my new one.
“I guess you finally decided to stop torturing Roe and Wyatt,” Mac said as she finished pinning Lemon’s curled hair in a messy updo with a few tendrils left loose. We had raided my closet, which included my old clothes Prue had brought over and my new ones Mac had bought. We’d ended up picking a sleeveless brown bodysuit and light ripped jeans for Lemon to wear. Both pieces were mine, but only thanks to Mac. The top and jeanswent well with Lemon’s strappy black heels and black diamond earrings.
“You were torturing the guys you like?” Lemon asked.
I sighed before going into detail about my relationship with Roe, Wyatt, and Reid up until a week ago. “I didn’t mean to torture them. I thought I was doing right by them to take the time to figure out what I really wanted. From them and my future. Roe worked so hard for his. He’s dealt with the assholes at Kendry for four fucking years for it. Me? My life was planned for me. Now it’s not. For the first time, I can make decisions for myself.
“I thought I wanted art school. But now, I wonder if I just enjoyed having any pipe dream to fantasize about because my life wasn’t my own. Would I be disappointed if I didn’t get in? Yes. Or happy if I did? Also yes. But none of it mattered a few weeks ago because I wasn’t going to go there anyway. I had to go to Brown or wherever else my mother told me to go. Now I’m not limited to just one pipe dream anymore. I could do anything. I don’t have to settle for just that art school in California. I could live out of a suitcase and travel the world, drawing beautiful things I see as I go. I could try to get a job at a gallery like Stewart’s. I could create an online following and sell my art that way. I could try to get into the art schools in Massachusetts near MIT, which is one of the schools Roe wants to get into. Or I could go to that art school in California, which happens to be near Stanford, another school he’s hoping to get into.”
“It seems drawing and art are your passion and what you want in your future no matter what. You’re just indecisive on the direction you want to go in,” Lemon said.
I nodded. “I haven’t had my whole life to think about the right path to take. Drawing kept me sane. It helped me survive. I need to have it in my life. This past week has been me trying to figure how I want to do that, and I wanted to make my decisionwithout the influence of the guys. I needed to know if I had to or could walk away from them so all of us could pursue our dreams.”
“So what did you choose?” Lemon asked, clearly wanting me to get to the point.
“She obviously chose them,” Mac said.
“As long as I have charcoal and paper, I can go anywhere, but I don’t want to go anywhere without the guys,” I said.
“I’m happy for you and envious at the same time,” Lemon said with a sigh. “I want three boyfriends.”
“Nope. Too many cocks for me. I’m a one-cock, preferably a big one, girl,” Mac said.
“But imagine the sex,” Lemon gushed.
“All I can imagine is multiple cocks flopping in my face demanding attention,” Mac griped. “Selfish bastards.”
I snorted, trying very hard not to laugh.
“I want to be worshiped, desired, and made love to. Not used for their pleasure like a sex doll,” Mac explained.
Lemon groaned. “That’s not how it works. The right guys wouldn’t do that.”
“Unless you wanted them to use you like that,” I added.
Lemon smiled. “It does sound kind of hot.”
Mac shook her head. “It sounds degrading.”
“Imagine being blindfolded,” Lemon said. “You don’t know whose hands are on you or who’s fucking you. You don’t have to do anything but take what they’re doing to you. You get off on the experience. They get off on being able to do whatever they want to you, and if they’re the right guys, they want to get you off and watch you get off on what they’re doing to you. The cock-flopping selfish bastards, as you call them, are the type who will only last thirty seconds or, because you gave them free rein, they’ll unimaginatively try to stick it in your ass.”
“If you’re having sex with multiple guys at the same time, won’t one of them be taking you there anyway?” Mac asked.
Lemon shrugged. “I’ve never had multiple boyfriends. I’ve only read about situations like these.”
They both glanced toward me. I gaped. “Why are you two looking at me?”
“You’re the one with all the boyfriends,” Mac said with a smile.
I rolled my eyes. “I think it depends on what the girl is into.”
Mac’s smile only grew. “And are you?”
