Dallas
OMG EMMA. I KNEW YOU’D BE LIKE THIS.
I’m just asking the important questions!
Dallas
You’re supposed to be happy for me!
I roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling. I love Dallas, I really do. But the idea of watching her marry that guy makes me want to throw this phone across the room.
I feel like I’m a good judge of character so when I say that Aiden is a horrible human being, I mean it. He’s a selfish, misogynistic, narcissistic piece of shit, always belittling Dallas and making her and her accomplishments feel small. I’ve exhausted attempts at trying to get her to realize how horrible he truly is, but she always creates excuses for him, either blinded by love or money? I don’t know. It’s exhausting, and I feel like I have run out of options and just hope that she realizes it soon enough. Preferably before walking down the fucking aisle.
Letting out a sigh, I type back.
Fine. Congrats! Can’t wait to hear all about how you’re planning a wedding with the actual devil himself.
Dallas
THANK YOU! (I’m ignoring your sarcasm).
Also, you’re my maid of honor, so start writing your speech.
Maid of honor?Bold of her to think I’ll still be alive at the time of her wedding.
I squeeze my eyes shut, but sleep is officially out of the question. My brain has already moved on to the other reason I woke up feeling like I got hit by an eighteen-wheeler.
Last night.
Before I can go down that spiral, I text Dallas again.
Festival kick-off was last night.
Alex fingered me in the park.
Dallas
WHAT THE FUCK? How can you just tell me that so nonchalantly through a fucking text?!
Follow up question: Did you come though? In public?
He stopped when I was about to. So no.
Dallas
OMFG. I mean, that’s kinda hot though!
IT IS SO NOT HOT.
Dallas
That’s some freaky shit. Edging each other in public sounds fun.
Can I write a scene like that in my next book?
Go for it.
I drop my phone onto my chest and cover my face with both hands.I hate her. I really do.Now, thanks to her, I’m thinking about the situation with Alex in a different way. A way that makes my stomach flip, and causes the heat to build between my thighs again.
