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“I need to go to work,” I say, already picking up my clutch from the side table and pulling my phone out.
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50 text messages
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6 missed calls
Fuck.
I’m going to have to phone her as soon as I’m home because she’s going to think I’m dead.
I mean, death by the schlong isn’t a bad way to go but still – I’m young, dumb, and currently full of come.
“Do you need a lift?” Braylen asks, his phone already to his ear, instructing his assistant to come to collect us all.
“We need to get our car from the restaurant anyway. What’s a little bit of a walk of shame?” Macon says, a salacious grin on his face.
“You're not the one wearing a satin dress that is climbing their thighs!” I shout, already tugging down the material.
It seemed like such a good idea at the time, and now I just want to stab Jade for putting me in this thing.
She’s to blame for me riding four pogo sticks last night like I was a fucking pro.
“Oh, come on, sweetness, don’t be like that. You look quite edible.”
His hand skims up my thigh, but I bat his hand away.
My poonany is now a no-go zone for a very, very long time.
Out of service.
Restricted.
Caution! Healing poonany in progress.
You get the gist.
“Lucas is here,” Braylen says.
“Wait!” Brad shouts, looking panicked.
“What?”
“Can I get your number? If that’s ok?” he asks, looking somewhat bashful at the request.
How did I forget that we didn’t exchange numbers because the app sorted that all for us?
“Shit! Yeah, of course.” I blurt out my number really fast, surprised when four matching dings come from the device in my hands. “Perfect!”
I quickly make a group chat, adding them all to it, and shove my phone back into my clutch before Jade decides to send out a search party for me.
I get dropped off first at my insistence since I have to rush to work.
Aimee caught covid and can’t make it in, and we have three clients in for full head highlights.
The guys all get out of the vehicle when we pull up in front of my house, each kissing me deeply until my lips are full and puffy.
Lucas glares at me in the side mirror when Braylen pulls back, but I shrug it off and pull away from his embrace.
“We’ll be seeing you soon, angel,” he promises, climbing into the car.
I stay rooted to the spot in my driveway until they drive away, finally able to move inside.
