Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“Satine.” Her voice is becoming more and more concerned, and I am beginning to feel bad for causing her distress.
“I’m sorry. I just…this is the first time I have been out without my husband.”
“Oh my gosh. I feel so horrible. I should have realized that. I am such a ditz. We can go back to the house…”
“No. I want to go. I think I am okay now.” I continue taking deep breaths and trying to clear out my vision.
Twenty minutes later we pull up to the mall and she ushers me right into a posh looking boutique.
In this store she obviously has connections because we are immediately greeted by a nice older woman who shows up to a back room and offers us champagne and soda with grapes and cheese.
We are shown to comfy chairs and then racks of items are brought to us. I swear I fall in love with everything we are shown. Lily, she doesn’t hesitate to pull item after item off the rack. Me, I am not used to spending money, so it takes more for me to buy anything. “Oooo. You look gorgeous in that. You should get it.” I am currently looking down at the pretty pale blue dress that hugs me across my tits, which with food, freedom and love, have begun to grow. It is painted onto my waist that is filling out and falls to my knees.
“You think so?” I ask her, looking side to side.
“Girl, yes. Your husband is going to die.” At the mention of him anxiety starts to form. It has just now hit me that he doesn’t know I am not home, and he is not going to be happy about that. It hits me then that I haven’t heard from him and when I pick my phone up, I realize it is dead. Fuck. That is not good. Not wanting to let on how worried I am now; I smile and nod my head before taking it off and giving it to the sales lady who is going to make a killing in commission today.
By the time we are done I walk out with four dresses, five pairs of sandals, six different types of lingerie and some accessories. I figured I might as well have fun while I can because when I get home, there is no telling how mad he is going to be. Hell. Thinking about it is making me wet.
Lunch is at a restaurant called Doña’s. I am immediately nervous because I know that title means a female mob boss and I am not sure we should be in here, until the waitress comes to the table. “Lily, hi,” she says with a big smile on her face. I look at Lily and see she too is full of smiles.
“Hi Nielah. How are you?”
“Can’t complain. Where is that cute baby?”
“At home with daddy,” Lily says, sighing contently. “This is my friend Satine. She is married to Larabee.” The way Lily says his name makes me think the waitress knows him. I watch recognition cross her face and feel myself frown. Her eyes spark with the mention of his name and then dim when she realizes what Lily just said.
“Oh. I wasn’t aware that Larabee was married. Is it recent?” Lily opens her mouth, but I interject feeling a bit defensive.
“Yes. It was very recent. A whirlwind really.” Her mouth pinches for a moment and then she recovers.
“Well, congrats. So what can I get you?” She pivots quickly but it does nothing to ease the jealousy in me. Was she someone to him at one point? Did they have a relationship?
Once she finishes taking our orders and walks away, Lily turns to me and smiles with a touch of pride. “Look at your claws coming out. I thought you were going to jump over this table and put her to sleep or something.” A fit of giggles leave my mouth before I ask her what I really want to know.
“Did they used to date or something?”
“Girl, no. Whenever we used to all come here for an occasion or something she would always try to get his attention, but he wanted nothing to do with her.” That makes me feel marginally better. I still can’t help but think about how beautiful and unbroken she looks, unlike me.
Lunch is uneventful after that. As more time has passed the potential fallout from this unapproved excursion begins to eat away at me and I am not sure this is going to be sexy at all. What are the chances he won’t know I left?
Nineteen
Larabee
“Is this asshole serious?” My hand is currently around the throat of a piece of shit pimp who has been coming into our clubs bringing his filth.
“I think he is,” Ermano says, chuckling while kicking the dead fuck he brought with him.