Chapter 23
EVERLEE – HASHTAG WENDY DICK
I know I’m being immature right now, and I’m really trying not to let my emotions get the best of me, but it’s tough.
Since I’d left Dick, my self-confidence has been completely shot, and it wasn’t until these guys that I started to get that back, but seeing Sophie and her status, I can’t help but wonder what they see in me.
When I get into the main hallway, I look around for the small alcove the restrooms will be tucked in. Get your head in the game, Everlee. This is why I hate this holiday. It’s some ploy to make people express how much they mean to one another.
Frustration and jealousy get the better of me.
When I walk into the bathroom, I stand in front of the mirror with my hands on the sink and stare at myself.
I’m really regretting not bringing my phone with me because I could use a Lizzy pep talk right now.
Have her tell me to ignore the insanely talented chef that made all of this amazing food and focus on the fact he’s here with me.
On a date. Even Sophie took notice of that, something perhaps she never had?
Lizzy would say that Sophie is jealous of me because she knows I’m getting all those cocks tonight and she’s not.
Only Lizzy wouldn’t say that because she can’t know about the quadcocks just the unicock.
Feeling moderately better about myself, I wash my hands and pat them dry with the warm towel that is rolled up on the sink.
Focus on the quadcocks and the fine ass man sitting beside you tonight.
With a renewed feeling, I open the door and walk right into Dickface. He’s waiting outside in the hall with a look of irritation radiating off him.
“Everlee?”
“Di… Richard?” I should have called him Dick, but I’m trying to be mature—at least to his face.
“Wow. You look amazing.” His eyes are bugging out of his head, which gives me a modicum of satisfaction. If only he looked at me this way when we were together.
“What are you doing here?” we both ask in unison.
“I’m here for work,” I blurt.
His brow furrows. “Wendy, too.”
Wendy. Wendy and Dick. Hashtag WendyDick.
“I saw your company listed as a sponsor, but didn’t think you’d be here.”
“Why?” I ask accusingly.
“Well, you hate this holiday,” he chuckles, his eyes still running up and down my body.
“I wonder why?” I hold up my hands. “Nevermind. I’m not getting into this with you. Have a pleasant night.”
“Richard? Who is this?”
Fuckballs on a wall. Could this night get any more awkward?
My body turns around before I can stop myself, and in front of me is a petite woman walking out of the bathroom, wearing a bubblegum pink a-line dress I’ve seen two others wearing so far, and I laugh inside.
I don’t hate her because she’s with my ex.
I hate both of them because she knew about me and didn’t give two shits when she fucked him—for months.
“Oh, Everlee.”
“Hi. La Belle?” I ask, pointing at her dress.
She looks down and frowns. “Yes.”
“Must be a popular style.” Zing. From what little I know about her—yes, I post breakup snooped because I was lonely, pissed, and bored—she prides herself on fashion, and the fact she’s wearing the same dress as at least two other people means she’s beyond angry.
She was probably in the bathroom crying.
Well, that flips her bitch switch because her eyes narrow and she’s shooting arrows at me. Little cupid’s arrows. Pew! Pew! Pew! “I didn’t think you were dating anyone. Did you come alone?” She tilts her head, wearing the kind of smug satisfaction that makes you want to punch someone in the throat.
“One. The fact you’re snooping to see if I’m dating anyone is weird and, frankly, not healthy. And two—”
“And two. She came with me. Rather, I came with her,” a deep voice booms behind me.
The hairs on my arms stand on end as my stomach tightens and my titties tingle.
Callum approaches the group and slips his arm around me and rubs my back.
The final countdown song plays in my head and I’m pumping my fist in my mind.
“I… uh… uh… okay.”
“Richard,” Dick says, sticking his hand out.
“Callum.” He grabs his hand and shakes it.
“So you two?” Wendy asks, mouth open wide, pointing between Callum and me.
“Yes, Wendy. Would you like to fuck him too?”
Without missing a beat, Callum chuckles and turns to me and says, “Baby, you can’t just pimp me out to people. Plus, I only have eyes for you.” He kisses the top of my head.
“Whelp. Guess he’s not interested, but this one still is for now.
” I point at Dickface. “Unless that’s why you’ve been stalking me, because you thought he and I hooked back up.
Don’t worry, we haven’t, nor will we ever.
Once a cheat, always a cheat. Good luck with that.
Hope it works out for you.” I turn and walk away, with Callum right by my side.
Holy forking shirtballs, that felt good. My heart is racing, and I feel like jumping up and down like a boxer in the ring. Ahh! Whew! I definitely feel like Ali right now, but like if he was words. Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am!
Callum grabs my hand and pulls me into the stairwell.
“What are you doing?” I squeal.
He pushes me back against the wall, grabs my chin, and takes my mouth in his. His kiss is needy. Hungry. I don’t know if he’s trying to prove something to me, but I’m here for it. His hand slips down the back of my dress, dips inside, then he pauses, looking at me.
“Everlee,” he scolds. “No panties again?”
“They don’t fit with the dress.”
“Do your clothes ever work with panties?” He takes my mouth with his again and continues moving his hand over my ass and finds my clit with the tip of his finger. “You’re so fucking wet.”
My back arches and I rotate my hips so he has easier access, causing a whimper to escape my lips. He slides his hand out, sucking me off his fingers, then kisses me once more. “Dinner can’t come soon enough because I can’t wait to get my dessert.”
A hint of my lipstick stains his bottom lip, so I wipe it away with the pad of my thumb. It was supposed to be smudge-proof, but perhaps they don’t test for playing aggressive tonsil hockey.
Dinner comes and goes, and it’s better than fantastic. There was some sort of lemon butter dill salmon and wagyu beef filet with scalloped potatoes, asparagus, mushrooms, and salad. It was really way too much, but it was also delicious.
When desserts come out, Callum leans over and whispers not to fill up, because we’ll be having ours at home, which sends a tingle up my spine.
They bring out a band and people file onto the dance floor, so we take that as our sign to leave, but Mr. Randall grabs everyone’s attention and requests a picture.
As we’re about to leave, Callum grabs my hand and pulls me back onto the dance floor.
When I follow his eyes, I find WendyDick out there, too.
He grabs my right hand with his and places his other hand on my lower back, pulling me into him with a very authoritative yank.
“I love this dress on you, but I think I’m going to like it more when it’s off.” His thigh finds its place between my legs, rubbing on my sensitive spot.
“Callum,” I pant.
He lightly brushes his knuckles along my cheekbone.
“I don’t know how I’m going to quit you.
” His lips press to mine softly as his tongue slips in and gently dances with mine.
A flush moves around my body, and it’s like everything around us has faded out.
The sounds, the music, the people—it’s only just the two of us.
When he stops kissing me, the world comes crashing back around me. My head is in a daze and when I look around, several people are looking at us, one of them being WendyDick. Yeah, they’re a unit now. Dick’s eyes are narrow and angry, and Wendy’s are in awe. Bitch is jealous, and I’m ecstatic.
“Want to get out of here?” he murmurs, his lips gently brushing against my ear.
“Yes.”
He grabs my hand and whisks me off the dance floor like you see in those ads for perfumes.
It’s time. My stomach fills with knots and butterflies at the same time my heart gets a fine crack etched into it, ready to break.