Chapter 9
CORDELIE
"God, I'm never drinking another mimosa in my life," I groan as my stomach feels like it's on a ship in rough waters.
I swipe at my crusty eyes, feeling my eyelashes sticking together in the corners from yesterday's leftover mascara.
"How did we even get home? I don't remember the walk back to our apartment. "
"That's ‘cause you were drunk off your ass, barefoot, and singing Taylor Swift songs at a high pitch.
" Faye giggles as she pours me some much-needed coffee.
I glare at her, but she doesn't seem to be too bad, considering how many drinks I suspect we had.
Unlike me, who's definitely praying for death with how badly my head is aching.
My brain picks up on her words, and mortification fills me.
"I was singing? You let me sing in public?
" I down some coffee, burning my tongue in the process, and grab my phone, praying that no one caught it on video and posted it on social media.
I open my apps but don't see anything scandalous posted, and let out a sigh of relief.
A notification from the Anti-Valentine's app catches my attention, and my heart rate instantly skyrockets.
"Yeah, it was hilarious, you were even being super flirty and chatty with a couple of guys we met along the way home. Girl, I had to drag you away. You looked like you wanted to climb one of them like a tree. You kept asking him if he was a wolf and wanted to eat you."
I instantly click on the app, angling my phone away from Faye's curious eyes, losing track of what she's saying and why she's laughing. All I can focus on are the words on the screen and the attached picture.
Red, those lips are pure temptation and have my cock hard as a rock for you. I hope you know how to deep throat a dick, pretty girl. Don't worry if you don't, I'm more than willing to teach you.
As for being your wolf, I can't wait to hunt you down and devour you. I'm a fast runner, so the question is, how loud are you going to scream for me?
Is your pretty pussy all wet for me? Does it want me to fill it up and give it a pounding?
I can't wait to make you my little slut and ride you hard into the ground.
I promise, pretty girl, you won't have a reason to be disappointed when I'm done with you.
You'll be feeling my cock and what I've done to you long after our Valentine's night is over.
Holy shit! I click on the photo attached, and he's sent me a dick pic.
He's wearing a tight black leather glove, and his fingers are wrapped around his hard, long, girthy, and veiny cock, and there's a drop of creamy precum slipping from the slit on his dark red mushroom tip.
"Girl, what has you smiling like that?" Faye questions before swiping my phone out of my hand.
"Oh my, Cordie. Look at that length and girth, yum. Who sent you this?"
My lips open and close, and I try to get my misfiring brain under control and to form sentences, but I'm struggling.
That's one pretty dick, usually they're so gross, and men can be such disgusting pigs when they send unsolicited dick-pics to women, but this one is not like that.
My thighs tighten as I squirm on the counter stool, and meet Faye's curious and delighted expression.
"Mmm, that's my match from the Anti-Valentine's thing. We've... um... been chatting."
"What?! Why didn't you tell me?" I try to grab my phone back from her, but she dances out of my reach, and I watch as she scrolls upwards to read the rest of our interactions. I press my hands against my face, feeling incredibly horrified that she's reading my reply to The Hunter.
"The Hunter, eh? Shit, that sounds sexy.
My guy doesn't have a fancy name like that?
" She looks over at me and pouts, and my face must be the color of a tomato.
Her eyes soften as she hands me back my phone.
"Why are you embarrassed right now? Do you have any idea how proud I am that you're stepping out of your comfort zone and doing this?
" She reaches for my hand and squeezes tightly.
"This will be good for you, Cordie. It will help you finally get past that dirty cunt, Noah. "
I know she's right, and that's why I went through with replying in the first place, but I still feel unsure about whether it's the right thing to do.
Could living out a fantasy with a stranger really help me move on from the heartache and betrayal I constantly feel, or is that wishful thinking?
I suppose I can always back out. I have just under two weeks to work up the courage to meet this Hunter in the woods.
"I'm trying, Faye. I want to move past all this shit and start over without Noah constantly hanging over my head and feeling like the biggest idiot.
I just want peace," I huff and take another sip of my coffee to stop myself from crying.
God, you cry about everything, so pitiful and weak.
You're worthless, and this guy will see that too.
Thank fuck, he only has to put up with you for one night.
"Girl, it will all be alright. We'll make sure we both have safeguards in place just in case one of these guys is a real psycho, and when that night is over, we can walk away with the memories.
When we're old and gray in the nursing home, we can reminisce on how we were once crazy bitches!
" The thought of the two of us as old ladies, together in a nursing home, cackling about this, brings a smile to my face and makes me chuckle.
"Maybe you're right, and I just need to let it flow and see what happens.
" What's the worst thing that can happen?
This guy gives me exactly what I've asked for, and I end up sore and walking funny for a few days.
I'll take that any day over finding out the man I love is fucking my childhood best friend behind my back.
I reply to The Hunter and force myself to close the app, so I'm not sitting here lusting all day after a man I've never even met.
Promises, promises. I can't wait to lick that precum from your tip and deep throat your cock. Will you choke me if I ask you nicely? Will you choke me harder if I don't ask you at all? As for not being disappointed afterwards, I guess we'll see, won't we, little wolf.
"I know I am, girl, and in less than two weeks, you'll be thanking me for signing you up, Cordie. You'll be saying, Noah who?"
God, I hope she's right.