Page 66 of Insta Bride
The stylists had come prepared with a rack of gowns for our consideration.
“Which ones are in my size?”
“You’re all the same. Just don’t fight over the gowns. If two of you want the same one, Emi will decide.”
Until now, I’d assumed the other women were taller, thinner and more beautiful. But now, as we were all glammed up, I realized the daily jogging along the beach had toned my legs. The hours near the pool talking with Kye and the others had given me a natural tan and glow I never usually enjoyed.
Of all the beautiful gowns, there was only one dress for me. Soft pale pink sarong-styled dress, tied around my neck and plunging to show off my breasts with no tan lines.
Swishing around, I loved the subtle slit up to my panty-line and offered a silent apology to Kye for deepening the shade of his blue balls.
But, if we were sitting next to each other at a table, he could run his hand up my skirt and finger-fuck me to death with not even the camera crew being the wiser.
I trembled at the thought of what he could do with me wearing this dress. We’d kissed a lot. Mucked around every night. But I hadn’t been able to relax and trust Kye with sex since that first time.
He’d been patient, but our time was running out.
I needed to think about future me. In two-, three-, or ten-years’ time, would I regret not enjoying everything that Kye had to offer?
Absolutely.
I twirled again. Tonight.
I wanted to enjoy Kye, tonight.
One by one, we were led down to the diary tent. We’d all picked a regular time to do our individual diary entries and I preferred the end of each day. It seemed almost therapeutic to talk about what we’d done rather than what I’d hoped we’d do.
“So, Elena, you look beautiful.” Bree had dropped her hostility towards me after Kye had taken me out on the boat.
“Thank you, so do you.”
“Yes, but I haven’t got six layers of makeup on.”
At least we could laugh. She knew I never usually wore more than sunscreen and lip gloss.
“Tonight is an elimination ceremony,” she started. “Any thoughts on who should be eliminated?”
“I know that that’s the way this is supposed to play. I know it’s supposed to be a game and we’re all competing to see which couple survives to the end.”
Bree nodded for me to continue.
“But when you’re in the middle of it, it doesn’t feel like a game.”
“Does Kye feel the same?”
“I don’t know about Kye, but when I’m with him, it feels real.”
“Does that mean you’re starting to develop feelings for—what did you call him? A lying, cheating, asshole?”
“It means that I’m redefining how I see Kye, and I hope he is redefining how he sees me.”
Sometimes Bree got me to admit things I hadn’t dared to think. I hadn’t thought of Kye as an asshole in days. He’d never lied to me, and he’d gone out of his way not to look at other women.
“What if the two of you are eliminated tonight. What would that mean for you and your relationship?”
Every time I thought about leaving Kye, my heart clenched. It felt like someone wrapped a rope around my body, squeezing me to death. I couldn’t help it. The thought of not waking up with Kye, devastated me. I felt a lifetime of regret while I still had time to change things.
But, what if Kye was being asked the same questions and he admitted to wanting to dump the boring chick and get back to his life?