Page 52 of One Last Time
Brynna doesn’t seem to be surprised that there’s talk of her breasts, nor that we’re all staring at them. “I agree,” she says with a firm nod. “Bianca has probably the nicest rack I’ve ever seen.”
Ali sighs, “God, you’re so lucky.”
Bianca relaxes and lets out a little laugh, “You’re welcome to have mine anytime you like. I’m sick to death of people telling me I’m fat because I have big boobs and wide hips.”
Once again, I want to kill Tate. He’s really hurt my best friend.
“Whose ass am I kicking?” Yas demands to know, but Bee just shrugs and goes into the kitchen.
All eyes come to me, and I sigh, “Tate Hemmington. Bee really likes him, but he’s made some comments that have really hurt.”
Carey’ eyes harden, “What comments?”
“The first time he said that he thought models were meant to be thin.”
All the women have the same look on their faces, their eyes filled with fire, and their lips thinned. They look how I feel. Tate’s a lucky man he’s not here.
“Then he went to New York and said a few other things, they’ve stuck with her, and I hate him for hurting her.” The anger in my voice seems to spur them on.
“I’m going to kick his ass,” Carey growls.
Tanya shakes her head. “I’m telling Jack, maybe he can get a few guys to hit him during practice.”
I smirk, these ladies are blood thirsty, I love it.
“I’m fine, I’ve learned to deal with this my entire life,” Bianca says, coming back into the sitting room. “Are we getting dressed?”
I let her change the subject, knowing she hates the attention to be firmly on her, same as me.
“I have the perfect dress for you, Lia,” I tell her, as she’s the only one that’s close to my size.
Bee smiles and claps her hands. “I bought loads of dresses with me, Brynna. I have something that would fit you.”
Both Brynna’s and Lia’s eyes light up. Lia’s a fantastic make up blogger, she’s famous in her own right and kills it with every video she posts. Bianca and I follow her, and we take every tip she posts.
Carey pouts. “I need to find a gorgeous super model that’s my size. Then I get free dresses,” she grumbles.
I glance at Bianca, and we both share a secret smile, tomorrow we’re going shopping. These women don’t know it, but they’ve made us feel part of their group within the space of a few hours. That means the world to us, and we’re going to repay them kindly. Tonight, we’re on a mission to find out the girl's sizes. We’ll have outfits delivered to their doors sometime tomorrow.
Two hours and four drinks later, we stumble into cabs and go to the bar. I’d have loved to have stayed at home, but the girls wanted to go to the bar. I’m not complaining, I’m having a lot of fun.
Tonight has been one of the best nights I have ever had. I’ve been able to let loose and have fun without thinking about anything. The women have been by our side all night, either dancing or talking with us and Bianca and I couldn’t be any happier. It’s good to see my best friend let her hair down, so to speak, and enjoy herself.
“I want some apagasms,” Carey sighs as we sit down at the table.
The girls laugh, no doubt knowing what she’s talking about.
“Apa-what?” Bianca asks, and I giggle. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this drunk before.
“Apagasms,” Ali stage whispers. “Archer has an apadravya,” she laughs when she takes in our shocked faces.
“He has his dick pierced,” Carey tells us.
“Carey…” a deep voice says, coming to stand behind her, and I swear my body shivers.
Carey smirks, “Archer…”
“What have I told you?”