Chapter Eleven #2
The girl who has been shuttling us around this place suddenly appears.
“Time’s up. Please make your way to the eucalyptus showers.
” I was so busy worrying about Amber’s mom and the two bitches being here, I never caught her name.
Not that it matters, all the women in this place look like they came straight out of a sci-fi magazine.
Same hair color and style, same height, weight, and eye color. It’s unnerving.
We do our best to get out of the mud, but it’s sticking everywhere.
“Rawr, I’m a clay monster,” Mallory says with a giggle.
“Gross, why don’t you two grow up?” Devony says in disgust.
Unfazed, Mallory pretends to chase after her. “Rawr, bitch. Rawr!”
“Come on, Katie Lyn, let’s go.”
Finally, the bitches leave, only leaving the five of us to enter the eucalyptus showers. Once under the spray, my mind starts to wander, dwelling on my conversation with Wesley at the jail. I still don’t understand how he knows about my little addiction.
Am I that bad at hiding it?
“Earth to, Amber. Did you hear anything I just said?” Pippa questions, breaking me out of my Wesley thoughts.
Amber frowns. “No, sorry. I was thinking about Eddie.”
“I said we have to get to the massage parlor, otherwise we will lose our time.”
She emerges from the shower and covers herself with a robe.
“Did you get clay in your girly bits? I think I’m still plucking some out of mine,” her mother asks, awkwardly picking a wedgy from her robe.
“We didn’t need to know that, Mrs. Collins,” Pippa shouts after her, making fun of Amber’s mom for no reason.
“Be nice, Pippa. You’re the one who invited her,” Amber hisses.
“I know. I know. Sorry for that. She’s barely said two words to you,” Pippa adds that last bit purposely. Doing her best to change Amber’s mood.
It works, you can see the embarrassment taking over.
“It is what it is. We haven’t had the greatest relationship since my dad died.
So, she’s probably keeping her distance for a reason.
” She quickly gets off topic. “You know, I thought the bath was going to be gross, but it was rather relaxing. Thank you. And the showers... muah, chef’s kiss. ”
Pippa loves a good compliment and smiles a little too widely. “I thought I might have to pull you out of that shower kicking and screaming, with how lost in thought you were.
The guide leads us down a dark hallway, then drops us in front of a few red doors. She pushes me and Amber into one and forces Pippa into the other with Mallory.
“They are all yours, boys,” the girl exclaims as we awkwardly stop in front of two very handsome men dressed in all black scrubs, standing by a table in the middle of a room of lit candles. Soothing music blasts from the speakers of an old boombox, setting the mood.
“Did we enter a brothel?” I whisper, causing Amber to giggle.
“We will leave the room. Please disrobe and cover your backside with the towels provided,” the man with shaggy dark hair, heavily tanned skin, and a wicked smile instructs.
My eyes instantly snap toward him. He reminds me of Wesley a little too much, and I instantly feel panicked.
So, my eyes navigate to the other man, admiring his thick muscular shoulders and very bald head.
This man does not look like Wesley at all, which I’m extremely thankful for.
The last thing I need is a man who reminds me of Wesley rubbing his oily hands all over me.
“Which one do you want?” Amber asks.
My eyes snap toward the Wesley wannabee, then back at the floor. Nope, I’m definitely not picking him. “I’m not the one getting married. I think you need to take the one you find least attractive. Either one will work for me because I’m still over here looking for Mr. Poppy.”
“I thought you already found that?”
She giggles when I glare in her direction. “I really hope you’re not referring to who I think you’re referring to.”
“Well, he did go to jail for you.”
“That wasn’t my fucking fault. He’s the one that got all alpha crazy and attacked him.” I’m almost stuttering over my words. Talking about Wesley does that to me for some reason.
“And you like that. Don’t deny it, because you read about alpha holes all the time.”
A long sigh escapes my lips. “Shut the fuck up and take off your clothes. We got hot men waiting for us.” The curse words come out so easily.
For years, I’ve kept my swear words down to a minimum, but lately, ever since…
well… everything, I’ve been a little more vulgar with my wordage lately.
I’m not sure how I feel about it. It makes me feel less like myself every day.
My stomach coils as I lie down on the table, waiting for a hot man to come over and massage me.
Everything in me internally relaxes when Baldy steps up behind me, his cute little twirly mustache pulling upwards with a smile.
His hands feel so soft as they oil up my skin, moving soft circles up and down my back and then working their way to my calves and feet.
“So, which one of you is getting married?” he asks, paying close attention to a specifically sensitive pressure point on my foot that instantly has my eyes narrowing into euphoric slits.
“Her.” I lazily point to Amber, as a satisfied moan rushes out of me. “God, that feels good.”
“I’m Marco,” he says, moving his hands dangerously up my thighs. “That’s my brother Renaldo.”
“He doesn’t talk much,” Marco informs us.
My moans fill the room as Marco works his way up my thighs, then magically brush against my slit, testing the waters.
Unfortunately for him, all I keep picturing is Wesley, wondering what kind of massage he could give me, if I asked him.
Damn, I really need to stop thinking about him.
But it’s hard.
He’s all muscular and grown up now. He’s definitely not the boy I met all those years ago. He’s protective, and dangerous, and…
“It sounds like a porno in here,” Amber mumbles just as Marco slides the curtain between us.
His hands crawl up my legs again, this time spreading them so he can stick a few fingers inside me. “Is this okay?” he whispers for permission, his lips brushing over the side of my cheek.
I nod robotically, still picturing Wesley in my head.
“Mmm, oh god,” I mumble, just as his fingers start working me harder, his lips now sucking and teasing my mouth.
“Poppy!” Amber screeches.
“Shh,” I grumble, somewhat in a lust driven haze. “Mind your business.”
Marco bites my ear seconds before ripping a condom open with his mouth.
Oh, shit, this is really happening.
Do I want it to happen?
It’s been a rather long time for me, and maybe it will help erase Wesley from my mind.
His cock sinks in, and my eyes close, my mind wandering and betraying me all at the same time.
As long as Marco doesn’t speak, I can keep this fantasy going.
Behind my closed lids, I see Wesley’s chiseled jawline and those seductive lips that know how to dismantle me moving their way down my body.
Suckling my breasts, hands manipulating parts of me that have been dormant for far too long.
It’s a fucked up vision, one that I have no problem drowning in. Because this is the closest I’ll ever let Wesley Dover get to me. In my mind, locked up in a shameful prison I have saved only for him.
For ten blissful minutes, I lose myself in the fantasy. Nothing like picturing your arch nemesis fucking the shit out of you to make everything feel more heightened and satisfying.
Marco grunts a few times, then pulls abruptly out of me.
The second it’s over, and my eyes blissfully slide open, I instantly feel regret, realizing I just let a complete stranger fuck the shit out of me because I was too busy picturing someone else in the moment.
Sweat drips down his forehead as he wipes himself off and discards the condom like nothing ever happened.
“Are you alive?” Amber questions.
“Shut up.”
“Girl, you didn’t!”
I sit up a little, holding my hands over my breasts before whispering, “I so did.”
Marco slips me his number as he kisses the back of my hand. Amber grins, staring at me with strange fascination.
“You little slut.”
“Hey now, don’t get jealous. I’m sure Renaldo offered you things too. I heard you say no.”
“And you didn’t.” Her mouth slightly hangs open in astonishment.
“What can I say? Italian men love me.” The last thing I need is for her to press for more, so I quickly get up off the table, running into Mallory and a very pissed Pippa outside.
“Ugh, I can’t believe I paid for that,” Pippa grumbles. “My masseuse was a tall German woman named Helga. She was rough as fuck.”
Mallory glances at her shoes, a soft pink tingeing her cheeks. “Mine was a girl too.” Her blush deepens when everyone looks her way.
Looks like I may not have been the only one who got a happy ending.
“Yeah, but at least your girl was hot,” Pippa growls. “Mine looked like that principal off that Matilda movie. Ms. Trunchbull, I think her name was. You can bet your sweet ass I denied any kind of happy ending.”
Amber steals a look at me, and I instantly feel heat in my cheeks.
“Oh shit. Did you guys go through with your happy endings?” Pippa glances at Amber, then at me. “Oh, you so fucking did. They’re hot as hell.”
Then her mouth curls in disapproval as she analyzes Amber’s facial expression. “Damn, it’s your last day as a free woman and you didn’t even let the hottie cop a feel? I’m disappointed in you, Amber. I thought you’d let loose more.”
“I’m getting married in two weeks, Pippa. I’m not about to jeopardize it.”
My sister shakes her head, then focuses on me again, immediately sinking with my brain. “You little whore! You fucking took the happy ending, didn’t you?”
My shoulders slightly lift. “Maybe I did… maybe I didn’t.”
“Oh, you did. Wait! You fucked him? Which one? Tell me,” Pippa screams, shaking me aggressively. “I wanna live vicariously through you.”
“The bald one. But shh, keep your voice down. I don’t want to get him in trouble.”
Pippa slaps my shoulder hard. “Holy shit. That’s amazing.”
If only she knew who I was really thinking about during the incident. She’d lose it!
Pippa quickly looks around. “Hey, wait. Where’d your mom go, Amber?”
Our guide appears and hands Amber a piece of paper. “Your mother wanted me to give you this.” She throws Amber a look of pity before scampering off.
Amber scans down the paper before crinkling it up.
“I fucking hate her,” she cries, tears spilling down her cheeks.
We all move in to hug her, but it’s Pippa’s fake ass that speaks first, pretending to care. “What she say?”
“She said she’s checking herself into a rehab center, and that she’s a shitty mom. At least she got that part right.” Amber takes a step back and starts walking away from us. “Oh, and she’s not coming to my wedding,” Amber snaps. “So, thanks for inviting her, Pippa. That shit worked out great.”
Then she’s gone, rushing off down the hallway as her sobs take over.
“Pippa!” I yell, hating my sister for doing this.
“What?” she asks innocently, trying to hide her smile but failing. “Like I knew this was going to happen.”
“I warned you about it. I told you not to invite her.”
She shrugs. “Guess I was wrong. Oops.”
Mallory frowns. “Did you invite her on purpose?”
Pippa nastily glares at her. “Of course not! Who do you think I am?”
A bad friend with a shitty vendetta.
“It gives off the impression you did it on purpose, Pippa, and that’s wrong,” I pipe in.
She shakes her head in annoyance. “She’ll be fine. Just let her cry it out for a few minutes. I’ll go find her before the makeovers start.”
Mallory and I share a look.
“And what exactly do you have planned for after?” I interrogate, wishing I had helped her plan this day out more now.
She taps her chin, trying to feign innocence. “Just a little drinking and a show. Nothing too big.”
Instantly, my spine prickles.
“Show? What kind of show, Pippa?”
She laughs. “The kind that will entertain us all. Don’t worry, Amber’s going to love it. It’ll be nostalgic for her.” The way she focuses on that single word has me on edge.
“Pippa, please don’t tell me you did what I think you did?”
“Guess you’ll just have to wait to see, sister dear. Now come on, you both are in need of some very heavy makeovers. If I’m going to be seen with any of you tonight, then you need to look hot.”
My sister saunters down the hall as instant dread takes over me. “Pippa!” I shout. “Pippa, get the hell back here right now!”
She disappears around the corner, ignoring me.
“Mallory, I have a really bad feeling that tonight is going to be awful for Amber.”
“Can you stop it before it happens?”
Shaking my head, I let the helplessness sink in.
“No, once my sister has her heart set on something, she doesn’t give up. All I can say is whatever happens, we need to try to keep Amber from doing something dumb.”
Mallory nods. “Okay, I’m in.”
We share an awkward handshake before following my sister. Unfortunately, even our pact couldn’t withstand Pippa’s devious plan that was already set in motion.