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Thirty-Five
Camille
“This one?”I heaved a sigh when Brennan didn’t look up from his phone. “Brennan? You wanted to be here, remember? I could have gone shopping with Inessa.”
He scowled at his cell, then peered over at me, and then at the dress.
This morning, pretty much seconds after he’d pulled out of me, then fallen back against the sheets, he’d informed me we were attending a gala tonight, and that I needed a new dress worthy of a ball.
He’d also informed me that we’d spend the morning looking for said dress before he had to head off and work.
Which was why he was here. Darkening the waiting area with his scowls. It was clear he had other things to do, which didn’t involve himdoingme. At least… not with the dresses the attendant had picked out.
I thought he’d been interested in getting a free show, but I had to admit, she’d dressed me like I was about to turn fifty.
“You look like a pigeon. And with your tits and ass, Camille, the only thing you should look is hot. Not like a sky rat.”
Even though I agreed, I only let my lips twitch once before I demurred, “I don’t look like a pigeon. This is a ten-thousand dollar dress.”
He shrugged. “So? You look like a black dove then.”
I hid a grin as the flounces of tulle bobbed and swayed with every movement I made as I returned to the cubicle.
After his announcement, I’d almost expected him to join me in the changing room, had even been looking forward to it, but he hadn’t. Not that it came as that much of a surprise, this past week, I’d come to learn that my husband had a disarming ability to compartmentalize his life.
The second one face switched on, the other switched off.
I knew how that worked, how it felt, so I didn’t begrudge him that shield. I also knew that it took someone like that to even register the difference. Another sign we were well suited, I supposed.
When my phone lit up, I smiled, seeing Inessa had sent a meme. It was of Squidward, sheathed in bandages, sitting in a wheelchair, all gussied up with a big pink bow and gold hoops, with the caption, “When the deep dicking damn near broke you in half but you show up the next day ready for round 2 because Mama didn’t raise no bitch.”
Snickering, I replied:Me:Is that me or you?
Inessa:Both of us now.
Me:LOL. You’re the one with the ‘No Access’ pussy.
Inessa:True, but that doesn’t count. When I’m back in action, it’ll be me though.
Me:Looking forward to it?
Inessa:Mebbe. >..< I mean... you have seen my husband. >..>
Me:I have. Prefer mine though. :P
Inessa:Good. Don’t wanna get into a cat fight with you.
Me:Because you know I’d win?
Inessa:Meooow.
Me:LOL.
Inessa:TTYL xoxo
Me:xoxo
Quickly switching to the chat I had with Victoria, I spied that she’d read all the messages I’d sent her this past week, everything from telling her this was my new number to asking if she was okay at Inessa’s place, but hadn’t replied.
