“So, for the bachelorette party.” Laura giggles. “I want it penis themed. Big ones. Like my man. Ooh, let’s go to Nashville. What about Vegas?” She coos at someone off camera. “Baby, we’re talking aboutyou! Planning my bachelorette party. No, it’s not Cat doing it—she’s a jealous skank. It’s Winnie. Remember? She quit investment banking.”
She turns back to the video. “You’re not seeing anyone, are you, Winnie?” The implication being that the answer better be no.
“Don’t worry. We won’t be bringing a significant other to your engagement party.”
“Oh,Idon’t care,” she drawls out the word. “I am in my relationship season, you know. The more the merrier. Besides, no one you bring is going to upstage Nolan, are they?” She brays a laugh.
Carolina texts to me while keeping a straight face.
Carolina:If this is how she talks, I shudder to think what she sexts.
Carolina:If she says “big-dick energy,” I’m logging off the grid permanently.
“You good?”Carolina calls me after the bachelorette call from hell.
“I’m going to get drunk, go to sleep, and pretend I’m anywhere else.”
But I can’t sleep when I’m in the dark on my couch.
All the talk of pro athletes and sex has dug up memories I wanted to stay buried.
I stop myself before I can open up Knox’s social media accounts.
I have him blocked for a reason.
I stare at my phone screen, willing myself to be tired.
Do I need another glass of wine?
Probably.
The phone rings.
“Hello?”
No answer. Just heavy breathing.
I put it on speakerphone. Unfold the note.
My panties are immediately wet when I read the first line.
Got you a little gift.
Stand in front of the window.
Put it on.
I want to see your pussy when you bend over and fuck yourself with the little gift I got you.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
But I want it.
Because of last night.
Because of being around Fitz.
Because it’s been so long since I’ve had any man touch me like that, fuck me like that, use me like that.
