Chapter 2
two
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Brynnlee
“You should knowthat in the end, if I can’t pay rent it”s your fault.” Taylor stands in front of the mirror puckering her lips, applying her lipstick. “I called him a limp dick pussy, so there is no way I can grovel and get that job back.”
I snicker imagining Taylor fired up and going at her boss. Years of frustration and taking his shit built within her and he got it back tenfold.
“I told you my dad said you’re hired.”
Taylor is like one of the family. A second daughter, she has been around since I was three and when I say around I mean at our house more than her own. She’s had the biggest crush on Sebastian for years and I can’t guarantee it, but I’m pretty sure they fooled around a time or two. But the two of them could never be anything more than that as they clash incredibly badly. Like fire and ice, there is no way they could survive without a casualty.
Taylor is too much of a woman for Seb, she would eat him alive. And Ciara is good for him, the two of them give me hope that maybe one day I’ll find my own perfect match.
“Thank God, I was already feeling the withdrawals of shopping.” Taylor turns around to face me. “Damn!” She lets out a low whistle as she takes me in and immediately I look down.
I chose my black, short, tight dress. The one that hits mid thigh and cuts dangerously low in the front.
“I really love that dress on you.”
Taylor and I are built completely opposite. I am tall, thin, and wish more than anything I had a little more on top. In high school boys used to laugh and say I was built like a boy until Taylor would call them out and bruise their egos. Or Sebastian would threaten to kick their asses. Both had equal effects.
Granted I have filled out a bit since then, my hips are fuller, my ass is no longer flat, and I have a B cup. I’ve tried to gain weight, but I’m one of those people that the weight settles in my stomach and my thighs, and nothing more. So I gave up that idea and instead have embraced my shape.
Now Taylor, she gains attention wherever we go. She is voluptuous, with her hourglass figure, able to fill out a pair of pants to perfection. She complains about her body, I complain about mine, and I’m thinking no matter what there is always the wishing you had something else mentality in a woman.
“It’s been awhile since I wore it.” I’ll admit I love this dress too. It’s one of the few dresses I own that fits me perfectly, making what little shape I do have pop to attention.
“Are we meeting Marco or is he coming here?”
“I told him we’d be at his place at eight and to be ready.” I splash on some perfume and grab my lip gloss off the sink. Tucking it into my small handbag I give myself one more look over.
“Are we ready?” I ask Taylor. “I have two shots each waiting in the kitchen,” I tell her, remembering her earlier comment about pre drinks at our place.
She smiles brightly, doing a little shimmy with her hips, before hooking her arm through mine.
Together we walk down the hallway of our small two bedroom apartment, toward our kitchen. Our place isn’t huge, but it”s big enough for us. The living room and kitchen are separated by a small dining area. The floor to ceiling windows give us amazing light, and a balcony is just outside the sliding doors.
We share a bathroom, our bedrooms on opposite sides of the hall.
Taylor picks up two shots, handing me one. “To a fun night after a stressful day.” She clicks her glass with mine before we both tip them back.
Doing the same to the next two she takes it upon herself to continue on. “May we meet some hot, hot men that help us relieve the stress.” Wagging her brows I laugh and we both tip back our second shots.
It would seem that my best buddy is on the prowl. When she is like this it makes for a very interesting night.
“Are we ready?”
“Let’s do it,” I tell her with a knowing grin. Let the fun begin!
“I love this song,”Taylor hollers out over the loud beat, standing before Marco or myself can respond. She’s moving toward the dance floor with her hands up, shaking her hips all the way there. Soon she disappears into the crowd of people and Marco looks over at me wide-eyed.
“She had a real rough day,” I offer with a little shrug before lifting my drink and sipping the sweet contents through the straw.
“I’d worry if she wasn’t one of the meanest girls I know,” Marco chuckles and I don’t argue. Taylor is mean, when she needs to be. Truth is she’s had a shit upbringing with shitty parents. That’s a huge part of the reasoning behind her being at my house more than she was her own. She learned at a young age that if she wanted something, she had to fight for it. She also learned that love is messy, and with that she has grown weary. She trusts, but her trust is hard to earn.
Most consider her a bitch, but those people don’t truly know the real Taylor. Honestly she is one of the most loyal and strongest people I know.
If I was going to battle she would most definitely be the one I would want by my side.
To me she is so far from a bitch it isn’t funny, she just knows what she wants and doesn’t waste her love on someone she doesn’t feel is deserving. She doesn’t need anyone…but I secretly know that deep down she is a romantic. She just hides it well, it would take the right kind of man to break through her armor. Because I can guarantee you that shit will not come down easily.
“Maybe we should join her,” I finally say as I empty my glass and set it down on the table. “What do you say Marco, you ready to show me your moves?”
Instead of him answering me with words he stands and holds out his hand.
I place mine in his and he leads me to the dance floor just as the current song rolls over into another great hit.
The two of us start to shake our hips. Seeing Taylor we move in closer and the three of us make our own little circle.
“I needed this,” she hollers, a huge smile covering her lips.
Song after song, I lose track of them as the three of us let loose and dance into the night.