Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Mel – Thank fuck!!!! I started moving my shit into Tom’s place two weeks ago.
Gigi – WHAT! How the hell could you not tell me?
Mel – I was too busy denying it. I’ll tell you all about it in the morning. Right now, I have a man tied up with chocolate syrup dripping all over his body. Though, I forgot the whipped cream. Do you think he’ll be pissed if I left him like this while I ducked down to the store to get some?
Gigi – You have some serious issues, girl!
I barely have a chance to hit send when a strong hand curls around my ankle and starts dragging me down the couch. I squeal, trying to roll over, and before I know it, Sean is hovering over me, his knee pressed up against my center. “I fucking love you so much, Gigi.”
A soft smile pulls at my lips as I lock my arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him. “I love you, too,” I tell him as I look deeply into his warm eyes. “Before you, I thought there was something wrong with me, like I was somehow not good enough or deserving of someone like you, and then you showed up on my Tinder and brought back the woman I used to be.”
“You always were that woman, you just didn’t know it,” he tells me as he pushes my hair behind my ear then kisses me deeply. “Actually,” he says, pulling back. “That reminds me. Can I have your phone for a minute?”
My brows furrow and I watch him with a deep suspicion. “Why?”
“I need to delete that damn app.”
I let out a laugh and hand him my phone, watching as he goes about deleting my Tinder account and removing the app off the phone. Then after tossing my phone aside, his arms curl around my body, and he lifts me right off the couch and into his arms. “Come on,” he says, his lips brushing over mine. “Let me take you to bed.”
I smile as I melt into him, my eyes locked so heavily on his. “I’d like nothing more.” And with that, he closes the gap and brings his lips down on mine, walking us up the stairs before making me the happiest woman in the world.
EPILOGUE
GIGI
6 MONTHS LATER
I sit with all of the girls, including Mel and Georgie, in my living room as we sip champagne. Well Cassie, Mel, and I sip champagne while Elle and Bri throw back as much juice as their little hearts desire since they are busily cooking my future nieces or nephews.
Sean has gone away for a boys’ weekend, and knowing those guys, there’s no telling what kind of shit they’re getting up to, but it doesn’t matter to me because I am having the time of my life with the girls.
The house is filled with kids, and it’s amazing. It’s all I’ve ever wanted out of life. Having a big family, having the career of my dreams, and having a man who I love and cherish.
I’ve got it all.
It’s been an amazing day when Mel stands up and addresses all the girls. “I feel like dressing up,” she says with a big girly grin on her face.
“What?” I mutter, gaping at my best friend. I know she gets a little over the top when she’s drinking, but getting all dressed up is simply not her.
“I want to dress up,” she repeats. “You know, put on a fancy dress, make my hair all pretty and do my makeup. I mean, what are girl weekends for if we can’t dress up? We could go out afterwards, looking like the hottest bunch of bitches in Denver.”
“Oooh, I wouldn’t mind,” Cassie speaks up. “I never get to get all sexy anymore. It’s work clothes and then pajamas. I mean, have I told you guys how I tried pole dancing once? Now that was sexy.”
“Oh please,” Brianna scoffs, a smirk on her lips. “I get sexy every night.”
“I bet you do,” Cassie laughs as I try not to spit my champagne all over the room.
“So, that’s settled then,” Elle says. “We’re getting beautified.”
“Ooooh,” Mel shouts. “I’m hiring a hairdresser, masseur, and makeup artist. If we’re doing this, then we’re doing it right.” She pulls her phone out and starts a Google search on mobile makeup artists and hairdressers in the area.
A grin creeps across my face. This isn’t how I expected my day to go, but being pampered and getting dressed up sounds absolutely perfect, and I find myself bursting with excitement. I top off the girls’ champagne glasses, and before we know it, a hairdresser is knocking on the door while a masseur sets up a table in the living room.
Two hours later, I feel like a queen. I’ve had a massage, my hair is falling in soft ringlets, my nails are manicured, and my makeup looks absolutely stunning. Hell, all the girls look stunning, but nobody looks better than little Georgie.