“I’m never going to forgive you for this, Wren. I have so many emotions inside of me I think I might explode. Actually, I’m moving out,” Kennedy groans, dropping onto the floor dramatically.
“I’ll be moving out with her,” Scarlett adds, falling to floor on top of Kennedy.
I have just read them the latest chapter to Stolen Kingdom and I killed off one of the main love interests, Erik. He was a personal favourite of the both of them. I kind of loved him too. He was the kind of book boyfriend that all my friends obsessed with. Dark features, too tall for anyone, dominant and completely lacking any sorts of self-awareness. I poke them with my feet from the couch as they squirm.
“You guys are so dramatic. He’s not even real,” I say, joining them on the floor.
“He was real to me!” Kennedy sobs, throwing her hand across her face melodramatically. Scarlett sits up, tutting at her as if she wasn’t on the floor a few second ago. “I already fan-cast Austin Butler to play him in the movie.”
“It’s not going to be a movie,” I mutter under my breath. Kennedy pretends to sulk with a pout.
“Speaking of things that aren’t real… How are you and Loverboy?” Scarlett asks with a shoulder shimmy. Over the past few weeks, I’ve gotten used to Scarlett’s variations of nicknames for Miles. I’ve heard, Hockey Freak, Milesy Cyrus, Loverboy, Miles a Million, and Miley. Honestly, I don’t hate them.
“Things are good. He’s getting better with training, and I got a ton of Instagram followers. Oh, and Gigi approves. Things are looking up,” I say proudly.
“Cool but how are…you know…things?” Scarlett repeats with more emphasis, gesturing suggestively towards my private areas. Kennedy shoots up now, looking at us with expectant eyes, mischief dancing in them.
“What she’s trying to say is: have you fucked him yet?” Ken asks without batting an eye.
“I wasn’t going to say ‘fucked,’” Scarlett drawls with an eye roll. Her face suddenly turns serious. “But yes, have you?”
“No, I haven’t. And I don’t think I’m going to anytime soon,” I sigh. “But the sexual frustration is slowly eating away at me. I’ve burned through two sets of batteries for my vibrator in the past week.”
I hate to admit it but it’s true. Seeing him nearly every day hasnothelped the throbbing between my legs. He's an attractive guy and we have to go to the gym together. Listening to him grunt and groan is not making this any easier. Not because I want him but because I haven't slept with anyone in months.
We’re both attracted to each other, that much is clear, but the second we act on it outside of the contract, it could be messy. It also means that every time I close my eyes he’s right fucking there.
“You dirty bitch,” Scarlett mocks, her face wide in a smile. I shove my face between my hands. “You need to sleep with someone and quick. It doesn’t even have to be with Miles. It isn’t in your little contract, is it?”
I lift my face up to them. “Technicallyit’s not but I don’t want to do that. It feels too close to cheating, and I’d feel disgusting afterwards.”
“Because that’s so much better than a vibrator,” Kennedy retorts sarcastically.
“Well, at least it can make me finish,"I say, getting up from the floor.
We all burst out laughing until our stomachs hurt. Kennedy is the slapper, hitting us until we’re basically bruised while she laughs hard. I’m the one with the wheeze and Scarlett just sounds like an evil baby genius.
“Poor Augustus,” Scarlett says between her hysterical laughter. My phone starts to ring beside me and I see my Dad's caller ID and I pick it up.
"Hi, dad," I say when I answer it.
"Emmy! I thought I wouldn't be able to get you with how busy you were the last time you called," my dad replies, being the drama queen he is.
I laugh. "I had to go to class, dad. I'm not busy now. What's up?"
"Is your boyfriend coming to my opening gala?" he asks, leaving no room for small talk. Before I can respond he adds, "I've sorted out the room and everything so I hope he can. If not, it's totally fine. I understand how you kids are these days."
"Yes, he said he can come," I say and the girls try and hold in their laughs.
"Perfect. I can't wait to meet who has been making my daughter so happy," he replies. I wish he could see me rolling my eyes. "I got you a luxury suite so you don't have to worry about sleeping in different beds."
"Yeah. Dad. About that. We don't need to share a bed because-"
"Wren," he presses. "I want you to know that I trust you. And I know that you and your mom don't have the best relationship but I don't want that for us. If you and your boyfriend want to cuddle, who am I to stop you?"
"But dad-" I try again but he cuts me off.
"Wren. It's settled."
