Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“How?” I cross my arms across my far flatter chest than hers.
“It means you’re getting over Enzo. If you were still fully in love with him, you wouldn’t care about what Mason thinks. You certainly wouldn’t have slept with him, which by the way, you still owe me details on.”
I roll my eyes. But I think she makes a point, about the Enzo bit, anyway. My feelings in regard to that are all over the place. I’m still really hurt, but at the same time, cutting him off and stepping away has helped, but it’s also coming to the realization that he’s a dick and, because of that, I don’t want anything to do with him. The images still haunt me, though, and hurt far more than I’d like.
But Mason sure helps.
“He’s a rebound,” I point out.
That’s logical, right?
Mason is a rebound, probably why I’m jealous. They say you get attached to rebounds for a little bit before moving on.
Chantelle shrugs. “Maybe, but what a gorgeous rebound to have. You should be having fun with it.”
“How can I when he’s probably at home right now tying Petra up and fucking her hard?”
Chantelle giggles again. “Gosh, you really do have it bad.”
I huff and throw my hands up. “How do I make it stop? It sucks ass, Chan. I don’t like it, not one bit.”
“You can’t make it stop. That’s the joy of feelings, they do whatever they want. What you can do, though, is give him something in return to be a little envious about.”
“Like what? He can have whoever he wants. I highly doubt he’d be envious over anything to do with me.”
Chantelle raises her brows. “Men always want what they can’t have. Those women are easy to him. When we’re out tonight, and we know they’re all going to be there, act like you don’t know him. Have fun. Be wild. Laugh out loud. And most importantly, flirt your head off with other men. I promise you, by the end of the night, he’ll be all ‘Petra who?’”
“That seems childish,” I point out.
She grins and nods. “Oh, it absolutely is, but it’ll work. I promise he’ll have you over his shoulder and strutting out with you by the end of the night. Then he’ll probably fuck your brains out. I want those details, too.”
I lean back on my elbows, staring at a group of hot men diving into the lake.
“I don’t know if I have it in me to play games. I’m a realist. Down to earth ...”
Chantelle punches me in the arm. “Ow!” I cry. “What was that for?”
“We’re women, we were born to play games. Trust me, just this once. I promise you, you won’t regret it.”
I rub my arm and glare at her. “Fine, but if it backfires, you better find me some really really hot men to get over it with.”
“Done! And speaking of really, really hot men. Any of those bikers still single?”
“Boston, I think.”
“Mmmm,” she murmurs, rubbing her chin. “Boston and Chantelle. I like it. Introduce me.”
I grunt. “You’ve been introduced, you ho, and Boston is a nice guy. Silent and deadly. Not really your type. You’re far too loud.”
She grins. “Challenge accepted.”
“Oh, lord. This is going to be an interesting night.”
“I can knock the socks off any man, you just watch. Boston and I will be having a wild night tonight.”
“He might not like big titties.”
She giggles and wiggles her boobs again, catching the attention of every man in a twenty-yard vicinity. “Isn’t that right, boys?”
A few grin.
Good lord.
The girl is completely unstoppable.
Tonight should be ... interesting.
~*~*~*~
SASKIA
“Girlllll,” Scarlett says, launching out of her chair and rushing over to me. “You look so freakin’ hot. Where did you get that dress?”
I glance down at the very tight, very clingy, very short black dress Chantelle told me I had to wear. Apparently, my sexy hot dress was absolutely not sexy and hot and she threatened to murder me if I even attempted to walk out the door in it. She then insisted on doing my hair, and make up, and now I look like a Barbie doll.
Only a short one.
“Chantelle forced it upon me.” I grin, sitting down at the table and waving to the other girls.
“I didn’t force her,” Chantelle says, sitting down. “Hello, ladies, I’m Chantelle. You three are freaking gorgeous and I’m in love with you.”
The three girls laugh.
“Amalie,” Amalie says, smiling.
“Charlie.” Charlie grins.
“Scarlett.”
Chantelle’s eyes light up. “I know who you are! Eeek! I have tickets to your show in December. I can’t freaking wait. I am such a huge fan. Lord, you have no idea. Are you excited about going on tour again?”
Scarlett frowns. “No. Not really. I’m sure the press will have another field day with me.”
“Lifestyles of the rich and famous,” I point out.
“Gosh, if I stare at you all night, don’t be alarmed,” Chantelle gushes. “Can I get your signature?”