Page 2 of The Heart You Kept

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You will then spend the next twenty-four hours in a private suite with them living out and enjoying your every fantasy.

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“Seventy thousand euros…what the hell?” I click out of it in disgust, that was sounding so perfect too. Ughh…I knew it was too good to be true.

I flop back onto my couch. I guess at least at that price you know people are definitely going to be discreet.

I mean…I do have the money she left me….

No.

My mind goes back to the hospital, so clear in my mind that it’s like it was yesterday. I pick the letter back up and read Misty’s bucket list for the ten thousandth time.

I promised that if she didn’t make it that I would do it for her, every last thing.

I get a vision of how sick she was and how hard she fought and all the things on her wish list that she should have gotten to do herself.

My eyes well with tears, no matter how much time goes past…. Her loss is something that I’ll never recover from. Best friends are supposed to grow old together; it’s the unwritten law.

Her words from the hospital echo through my mind: If I don’t get to do these things, Alora, promise me that you’ll do them for me. You will, I told her…. But even then, deep down, I knew she wouldn’t. And I was right, because that’s how it ended.

I’m living my life for the two of us now.

My eyes skim the letter. I have one thing left to do.

#9 Peg a guy.

I smirk, Misty was a such a dirty bird. How the hell was an eighteen-year-old girl so deviant?

I don’t want to do this one, how can I do this one? It’s so far from anything I have ever ventured into. I click into Pornhub and type into the search bar:

Pegging

I peruse through the options and finally find one that I like.

I hit play and watch….

I begin to perspire.

It’s weird and wrong and…hot.