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Lola
Mellie keeps textingme to ask if I'm okay. I can't put it off any longer, but I worry that when she sees me, my shame will be written all over my face.
She asks me to dinner, and I bite the bullet. I've known her long enough that she can read me like a book. That's why it should come as no surprise when I sit down at the restaurant, she tilts her head to the side to study me. "You look different.”
My cheeks heat. I don't like lying to her. "Juice fasting. It's a miracle for the skin."
"You're on a juice fast, and yet you agreed to come eat Italian with me?"
Shoot. Didn't really think that one through. I give her a nervous smile and take a sip of my water.
"You got laid," she deadpans.
I sputter and Mellie smirks. "I knew it. You totally got laid. Who is he?"
I draw out the dramatics for a minute longer than necessary. I can't lie to her. I suck at lying. But the truth is not going to be pretty.
My phone pings and I check it while the waiter interrupts to take Mellie's order.
Daire:
What are you doing?
Lola:
I'm at dinner with Melissa.
Daire:
Hmm... I'm hungry too.
Lola:
Want me to bring you something when I'm done?
Daire:
Yes. Bring your wet pussy to my office so I can spread your legs across my desk and eat you out.
My face heats, and there’s no hiding the fact that I’m red as a tomato. It shouldn't turn me on that he's talking to me this way. He’s so bossy and arrogant, but there’s a sick part of me who secretly loves it. It makes me crazy. Because Daire was so much easier to resist when he was just being a jackass.
I text him back and let him know I'll be there. And I regret it when I pocket the phone a minute later and catch Mellie watching me carefully. "So?"
I squeeze my napkin between my fingers. "So, what?"
"Who is he, Lola?"
"Just a guy.”
"Just a guy," Mellie repeats.
"Yes."
I change the subject and ask her how work is going. She entertains the topic for now. The remainder of dinner is uneventful, and I don't know what I was so worried about. I apologize to Mellie for disappearing and promise her that we'll meet again next week.
My phone pings again.
