I always knew my heart was in my vagina, but even for me, this is extreme.
But being with him with a wall between us just isn’t cutting it for me anymore. Something tells me that Mr. Wayne might just be the man who can bring all my fantasies to life. The ones I’ve kept locked away, and didn’t feel safe talking about with anyone else.
It’s just a deep sexual connection—nothing else.
Either way, I need to go to this party dressed my absolute best. Jessa is with me flipping through dresses.
“So what look are you going for?”
“Sexy, mysterious, something bordering on slutty,” I tell her, walking down the aisle and picking up multiple dresses in my size.
“And you still won’t tell me what it’s for?”
“I have a date,” I lie.
“You have a date and you want a scandalous dress for said date?”
“Yes, I want to get laid after said date.”
She shrugs her shoulders and nods her head. She’s looking at cuter, more precious dresses for herself.
“You should get that light blue one,” I tell her.
“Really?”
“Yeah, I bet he’ll like it,” I say.
Her cheeks flame red. “Who?”
“Oh, no one in particular.”
She looks around and doesn’t comment on it. I’ve totally noticed her and Aiden flirting more and more at the office. No matter how much my cousin is actively trying to avoid her, he can’t keep his eyes off her.
They’d be perfect together.
Maybe I can find a way to push them together when we’re on the boat later this week.
“I went to Avalon,” she sighs.
“How was it?” I ask cautiously.
“Interesting, but I don’t see myself joining, at least not right now.”
Internally, I’m taking a sigh of relief. The last thing I need is someone seeing me at this masquerade. With how Aiden has been obsessing about Jessa, there’s no way he’s going either.He’s just not like that. If he has feelings for her, he wouldn’t be able to go through with anything at the club.
“Sorry it didn’t work out.”
“Just a little too rich for my blood right now,” she says.
I totally read through her shit. Jessa is like me, a serial monogamist. With her eyes set on Aiden, it makes sense why she wouldn’t want to go back, even if she isn’t willing to admit it right now.
Hopefully, these two idiots figure it out sooner than later.
“You could always try another time.”
“Yeah, maybe,” she says, shrugging, grabbing her cute blue dress and we try on our clothes.
I buy a tight black number and wait for my mask to arrive in the mail.
