Page 93 of Wardrobe Malfunction

Jesus! Fucking women!

I growl with frustration, “That’s it. I’m withholding sex until you tell me what’s going on.”

Her eyes lift, and she laughs. “Yeah, okay,” she says in a mocking voice.

“I’m serious.” I fold my arms.

She puts the shirt down. “You’ll last a day, max.”

“Oh, ye, of little faith. I went dry for three months before I met you.”

“Okay,” she hums, picking the shirt back up. “We’ll see.”

“We will.”

“Okay.”

“Okay then.”

Well, fuck, that didn’t go as I’d planned, and now, I’ve screwed myself out of sex for God knows how long.

Nicely played, West.

My cell starts to ring in my pocket. I pull it out, seeing it’s my mom.

“Hey, Mom,” I answer.

I see Charly glance up, but she quickly looks away again.

“Hey, baby,” my mom says, sounding exhausted. “I need a favor.”

“Sure, anything,” I tell her.

“Do you know of any clothes people, like designers, who could fix your sister’s wedding dress?”

“What’s wrong with Sasha’s dress?”

I know she was having a local wedding dress designer make one for her.

“Jester happened.”

Jester is my mom and dad’s six-month-old golden Labrador. He’s awesome. Just a bundle of energy. He makes me want a dog, but as I’m not home much, it wouldn’t be fair. But, hopefully, one day.

“Your sister picked up her dress and brought it over to ours, and I hung it up in her old room. I don’t know how, if someone left the door open or what, but Jester got in there.”

“Oh no!” I laugh.

“Don’t laugh, Vaughn. It’s not funny. Your sister is freaking out,” my mom says, sounding exasperated.

“Sorry.” I bite my lip. “How bad is it?”

“He got it outside. God knows how. That dog, I swear. The dirt, I can get off, but the bottom is all torn.”

“Shit. Well, tell her that I’ll just buy her a new one. I can probably get her a Vera Wang shipped in.”

“She doesn’t want anything but this dress, Vaughn. She designed it with the dress designer. She has her heart set on it. It’s all just a mess right now. She said she’s canceling the wedding. Your dad is going mad about the expenses if she cancels, and Greg’s at a loss for what to do. It’s just a nightmare.” She sighs.

“So, can’t she get the woman who designed her dress to fix it?”