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“No, I’m going to be camping in here until tomorrow,” I say when she sits next to me on the mattress. I move to the side so she can get comfortable. I’m used to sharing a bed with my friends. “Did I do something?”
“Oh, God, no. Surprisingly, you behaved last night,” she speaks, but her unnatural calmed tone doesn’t allow me to put my guard down. “Something’s up with Ash.”
My face furrows with confusion.
“What happened to her?”
Drowned-out voices fill the hall. They’re yelling at each other and, if I’m not mistaken, I can identify that Ash is crying.
“They have been at it for fifteen minutes. Karma and I are getting worried.”
“Shit,” I whisper, closing my eyes.
Her mom is not exactly bad. I know that she’s a woman that has fought hard to get her daughter to have the career she has today, but I’m worried about the life rhythm that Ash has. She’s young and has a bright future. Hell, her modeling career started as a kid. I’m sure that she was in front of a professional camera before she was capable of writing her name. What else does her mom want her to do? Ash already has at least three professional portfolios that will get her to win any casting. Why the excessive control over her?
My heart hurts just by thinking about their fight.
Stacy is more than strict about her daughter’s routine. But Ash is a young college girl that needs to have fun and go out. She can’t live her whole life trapped in tight schedules and unbreakable rules.
“Maybe you should get changed to deal with the crisis,” Cora suggests. “I don’t know if Karma and I are capable of handling this.”
“It’s okay.” Cora wrinkles her nose, refusing to believe me. “Now get out, I need to pee.”
She continues to stare at me, squinting.
“I have a question. What happened with Stanley last night? I saw you guys entering a bathroom together. You got in with stockings and got out without them.”
Embarrassment crawls up my system, boiling my blood, and settling in my face. I’m not ashamed of the fact that someone saw us go into the bathroom together. No, I’m embarrassed because I only did it because I couldn’t take them off without breaking them. Yeah, for a minute I thought something was going to happen too. Until I started feeling sick and he was nothing but gentle with me.
“Nothing happened,” I hiss.
Cora raises a brow.
“Evidently because you’re still wearing yesterday’s clothes. I thought that you would end up naked after you spent an hour rubbing your ass on him.”
A mortified moan emerges from me.
“I couldn’t take the stockings off,” I let her know in a barely audible tone. “I dragged him with me because I couldn’t take my stockings off to pee.”
Cora stares at me for a couple of seconds, waiting for me to tell her that I’m joking. I’m sure that she was expecting a whore story from me, but I don’t have one. I didn’t fuck him in the bathroom. Hell, I didn’t even kiss him. I did show him my underwear, though.
Fucking splendid.
“You’re kidding, right?” I moan and hide my face between my hands. At least she’s not asking if I wanted to because that’s a different story. “For fuck’s sake, Bree. You’re the worst drunk person in history.”
“I know.”
“He looked frustrated. Are you sure that nothing is going on between you?” She presses the subject.
I roll my eyes.
“Nothing’s going on. I spent an hour rubbing my ass on his dick, and Ineverfelt something strange happening there,” I lie because I can’t give them any more fuel to this. “He just doesn’t like me that way. It’s fine. I don’t want to ruin our friendship by mixing it with sex.”
She scoffs.
“Either he’s gay, or he was fighting really hard to stop himself from getting a boner,” Cora states, and my glare throws daggers at her. “What? It’s the truth! Any straight guy would end up with a raging boner after having a hot chick’s ass on his dick for an hour.”
“Can you let this go, please?” I beg her, shrinking in my place.
