Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“Whoa.” Vivian kept her head propped in her hands and elbows on the table as she gaped at Wendy. “It’s like he brainwashed you with his penis.”
Lucy choked on her diet soda and fidgeted in her chair.
I nudged Vivian with my elbow. “Sorry, Wendy. Vivian really means this is difficult for her to understand, so—”
“No. I meant brainwashing.” Vivian shook her head. “Or maybe he indoctrinated you into a sort of cult-like relationship.”
“No, he didn’t brainwash me. Maybe you’re just closed-minded.” Wendy sipped her drink. “I’m sure you’ve shared many a man in your lifetime, you just didn’t know it.”
“This is true, but that form of sharing was called cheating,” Vivian replied. “And when I caught them cheating, I jabbed an inanimate object into their groin. What do you do when Chase sleeps around?”
“He doesn’t.” Wendy rolled her eyes. “We’ve all agreed to this.”
“Let’s talk about something else.” I waved my hand between them. As soon as we’d met at Junior’s, Vivian had assaulted Wendy and Lucy with questions.
“So you don’t care about him having sex with Dawn or Jasmine?” Vivian smirked.
“No. This way I’m never lied to or cheated on. Everything is out in the open.” Wendy displayed a confident smile. “I don’t have to be insecure like most women who are in monogamous relationships, going crazy wondering if their man is sleeping around.”
“Not all women think like that,” I chimed in.
And weren’t you screaming at Chase about taking me to Paris earlier?
“Every woman in a monogamous relationship gets that feeling.” Wendy leaned back in her chair. “Whether it’s for a quick second or not. Maybe she’s spotted a weird number on her husband’s phone, but then realizes it’s something else. Maybe there’s a sad woman out there right now that’s sitting on her couch, crying in her hands, and wondering where her boyfriend is.”
“Maybe.” Vivian shrugged. “So you feel great because you know Chase is probably fucking the brains out of Dawn right now?”
I flinched.
He probably was having sex with her.
“No worries, right?” Vivian asked Wendy.
“None at all.” Wendy winked and gulped down some of her drink.
“Okay, that’s enough,” I interrupted. “New topic or I’m leaving.”
“Fine.” Vivian slid her wine over to her.
“This is a nice little place.” Lucy leaned my way and whispered, “It has a lot of character.”
Well, that was one way to look at it.
Sex toys decorated the bar—glow-in-the-dark dildos jutted out of the walls, every kind of blow-up doll from male to female dangled from the ceiling, plastic vaginas with velvet vibrating cores adorned each table like a centerpiece. The wallpaper was artistic nude pictures of men and women. On every table a stack of condoms stood between bottles of ketchup and mustard like packets of sugar.
“Junior’s décor is grotesque to say the least.” I grinned. “But it has the best bar food in Oshane City.”
For an appetizer, I’d ordered Juni bites, gouda-stuffed dates wrapped in bacon. Everyone instantly devoured them until I feared I wouldn’t get any more. An empty tray lay atop our table’s plastic vagina. Out of twenty, I’d only had two.
Greedy bitches.
I’d just ordered a pistachio-crusted oyster Po’boy with garlic mayonnaise and a side of parmesan French fries.
I swear to god they’d better not touch my entrée.
“What do you think I should order?” Lucy asked.
“The gnocchi is pretty good.” I gulped some of my rum and Coke. Tonight was the night I would get as drunk as possible.
Tomorrow I could reevaluate what the hell I had signed up for. But tonight I needed a liquored distraction from Chase’s brothel system and the ache inside me wished he would be in my bed when I returned to the apartment.
How pathetic I must be.
“I can’t believe you’re going to do this.” Vivian tilted her head my way. “This is so insane. I mean seriously, it’s something that I would do, not you.”
“You just said an hour ago that it might not be a big deal to try it.” I hit her arm.
“That was before I talked to Miss Delusional over there,” Vivian muttered, but I was sure Wendy and Lucy had heard her. “Just promise me you won’t act like that. Try it for a while, for fun, but continue to date other guys.”
“Yeah. You’re right.” I finished my drink and signaled the waiter to bring me another.
All of the service staff were dressed like dominatrixes—black seductive bodysuits with revealing openings draped their bodies, as well as nylon rope and tiny little spanking paddles hooked to their belts.
“Are you going to live with him and them the whole time, though?” Vivian gestured to Wendy.
“I don’t think so,” I admitted. “I promised him a week this month. I’m pretty sure I’ll bail after the end.”
“Why?” Wendy raised her eyebrows. Interest glossed her brown eyes. “The apartment is basically paid for and all yours. What’s the big deal?”