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I smirk as I look at my sisters. All three of them are in some sort of jeans and a cute top combo. At least Lily is wearing a black lace corset, black jeans, and sky-high heels. My smirk turns into a full belly laugh as I look at Poppy’s face. She’s wearing dark jeans, thigh-high leather boots, and a white tank top. She scowls as she takes in all the cocktail dresses and heavy makeup around us.
“You said it was a casual bar, Lily! You bitch!” she shouts and shoves our older sister who laughs in Poppy’s face in return.
Remi just grumbles as she supports her belly underneath her chunky purple, off-the-shoulder sweater. She paired it with light-colored boyfriend jeans and chucks. Her long black hair is curled simply and she wears no makeup. That’s just how Remi is; a natural beauty who doesn’t need to dress up or cake her face on to stand out. Her small, heart-shaped face, big brown eyes, and full lips along with her naturally tanned skin don’t need a speck of assistance to draw you in.
We make our way to the front and get in pretty quickly despite the line. It’s still early enough that they aren’t at capacity yet. The bouncer looks me up and down and grins in approval, waving a hand for me to enter. I smile back at him and push Lily ahead of me. He nods at her as well but gives Remi’s outfit a once over and his grin fades.
I prepare for an argument in case he won’t let her in based on her casual outfit, but Remi stands tall, and hugs her belly tighter. The bouncer sees her bump and frowns before rolling his eyes and gesturing her in as well. Lily grabs Remi and yanks her in the club, clearly over the whole silent debate at the door. I follow Lily and Remi in and have Poppy holding my hand, trailing behind me as we weave our way into the club and through the throngs of people.
“Bar?” Lily shouts over the music.
I respond with a thumbs up, not seeing any reason to lose my voice so early in the night. We make it to the bar and Lily leans across it, all sorts of happy and smiley as she calls to get the bartender’s attention. She orders us three Sex-on-the-Beaches and sparkling water for Remi. I take a moment to look around. The club is a fun-looking place I have to admit.
Its dark and moody vibe meshes well with my soul. Old and worn brick walls, probably original. Vaulted ceilings with exposed industrial piping and ductwork. Black curtains block out the windows along the far wall. A beautiful and huge slab of polished pine creates the bar top. Industrial style metal barstools line the front. Huge wooden beams along the ceiling have Eddison bulbs dripping from them, giving off a very soft glow.
Brown tufted leather sofas throughout create private seating areas. There are tall, exposed wooden pub tables with metal chairs for relaxing and drinking. Dark slate grey concrete floors with a shine to them, reflect the lights. There’s an area roped off for dancing and a platform for a DJ. The place really is beautiful and feels modern, industrial, and masculine as fuck. I love it.
The pretty bartender returns and smiles at us as she slides over the assortment of drinks. I’m surprised when I look her over. I know you can’t judge a book by its cover, but she doesn’t look like the kind of person who would work at a club or be a bartender. She looks like a librarian and though she looks sweet, she radiates innocence.
She has long, mousy brown hair, big round glasses, no makeup and wears simple yet frumpy clothing. At first glance, a person wouldn’t notice her, as though she’s trying to blend into the background. She’s unlike any bartender I’ve ever seen but her smile is genuine and it makes me like her.
“Here!” Lily hands me my drink and a shot of vodka, pulling me away from staring. I look down at both drinks a bit taken aback by the aggressive drinking she unilaterally decided we’d be doing tonight. “Cheers bitch! Congrats on being officially free to fuck whoever you want and for finishing your sexy as shit book! We love you!” she shouts while holding her drink up.
Poppy and Remi both bring their drinks up and offer cheers and congratulations also. I shrug, raise my Sex-on-the-Beach for the toast while downing my shot, then I chase the vodka with the mixed drink. Cheers to me. I guess we’re getting fucked up.
After one more shot for my two sisters and myself, we make our way through the throngs of partiers to find a tall table to sit at. When were all settled, we fall into a comfortable, albeit very shouty conversation over all the noise.
We’re laughing about something Remi and Lily’s son Benji had done earlier in the day when the back of my neck suddenly breaks out in prickles. An intense awareness takes me over and I get the sensation that I’m being watched. My heart drops momentarily thinking Elliot may be here, which would ultimately ruin my celebration of dropping the bastard.
I’m too nervous to turn around and look behind me, fearing what I might see. Lily suddenly grips my hand tightly while looking over my shoulder. A giant smile spreads across her face, and I instantly want to smack her, knowing that whatever is behind me is the reason for the secrets tonight.
“Lily, I swear to Hades, if you set me up, I will never babysit for you again,” I threaten, knowing damn well that may be the case.
Both of my sisters have been trying to set me up with “Mr. Right” since I left Elliot. Neither of them ever liked him and they have been eager to find a replacement since before I even became single. Unfortunately for me, and them, they really just don’t know what my type is. Elliot sure as fuck wasn’t my type. He was just my first love. I was still learning not only about love and relationships but also about myself.
Poppy seems to think my future husband is one of Justin’s friends which would be a big fatfuck no.I will never date another uppity, suit-wearing, stick up his ass, rich prick.No offense to Justin, he’s lovely, I swear.And Lily, well, considering she has awife, our types are wholly different. She’d love to see me with a hipster from the photography classes she teaches. Nope, nope, double nope. They may be good-looking, I will never begrudge a man-bun, but no thanks. I want someone who will throw me around a room, lick me seven ways to Sunday and call me a good girl. Not someone who only buys Vegan lube and tells me yams are good for my vagina’s PH.
Lily just starts laughing while both Remi and Poppy follow her line of vision.
“Oh crap Lil, is that them?” Poppy questions with an awe-struck look on her face.
Remi has the same look on her face as well. My mouth immediately goes fucking dry. Did she saythem?Who the fuck is she talking about?I steel my spine for whatever bullshit my sisters are about to put me through and finally turn around to where the three traitors are looking.
Ho.Lee.Shit.Fuck.Balls.Oh.No!
Three gorgeous men are directly behind me leaning against the bar like it is their goddamned job to do so. Three gorgeous, tattooed, buff, alpha gym rats. All. Fucking. Three. Of. Them.How? How is this even my life right now?
I can’t help but stare at them, my mouth still dryer than the Sahara. They are ordering drinks and doing a slow perusal of the club patrons while gesturing and laughing between themselves. No doubt looking for their conquests for tonight. Intense jealousy instantly pools in my stomach. It feels hot and sour, and I quickly turn my gaze back toward my sisters. All three are now watching and studying me.
Poppy speaks up first, “So sister dearest. That’s them, huh? The three men of your literal dreams and fantasies? The faces of your book boys? The men you want to do unspeakably dirty things to you?” she asks all cocky as shit with a huge grin on her face.
How does she know? She doesn’t even go to our gym. I look at my other smiling sister who holds an equally cocky grin laced with a side of Devil.
This bitch.
“Seriously Lily?” I yell, though it doesn’t have quite the same effect with all the music and noise. “How did you even know they would be here? Was this your plan?” I ask incredulously.
She just smirks back at me.I heard someone at the gym talking about this placethe evil brat had said.
