Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
I slapped Cambry’s back a couple of times as she grabbed a handful of napkins to clean up the geyser that came out of her.
“Mina, she can’t be that bad,” she wheezed out.
I stared at Amber. “She has absolutely zero class when it comes to me being over there and visiting my father. I don’t want to see her grinding her ass against his crotch or thrusting her chest out and asking him if he can see her nipples through her shirt.”
Cambry stared at me wide-eyed. “Girl, no she didn’t.”
“Oh yes, she did.” The champagne started working its way through me, doing its magic as my tense muscles began to relax. “And I know it makes him slightly uncomfortable, because he gives me these embarrassed, unsure glances. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to excuse myself because I thought I was literally going to throw up.”
I finished my second glass of champagne, set it on the counter, and looked around the room eagerly for another server. I definitely needed one more ASAP. My face felt flushed, and I touched my cheek, feeling the warmth coming through.
“I will say Amber’s cousin is a hot piece of ass,” my best friend mumbled.
My gaze moved to Jackson. I’d never officially met him. He was older than me and had already graduated high school by the time I started.
“He’s a manwhore,” I said easily. “Even after he graduated, his reputation for sticking his dick in anything that moved was legendary.”
“Hmmm,” Cambry hummed, and there was a little curl of her lips. “That’s good. Means he won’t expect anything more from me.” She tossed back her champagne, turned to face me, and cocked a perfectly shaped blonde eyebrow.
“Get it, girl.” I leaned back against the bar and watched her smile grow.
She pulled down the bodice of her dress a little, her cleavage popping up, and touched up her lip gloss. I chuckled as she sauntered over to Jackson, her hips swinging so much I was surprised she didn’t knock anyone over on her way.
Watching Cambry flirt was like watching Medusa turn a man to stone. They never stood a chance. Her beauty, sex-appeal, and the way she could reel them in—dangling exactly what they wanted in front of them—made the men putty in her hands.
I could have watched her work her magic all night, but nature called. I turned and wove my way through the crowd, smiling at the people I recognized. Now that I was on the move, the champagne hit differently.
I pushed through the double doors of the reception hall and made my way to the bathroom. Thankfully, it was empty, and after doing my business and washing my hands, I stared at my reflection.
My blonde hair was up in a stylish chignon—the hairstyle Amber had chosen for all her bridesmaids. I’d been surprised she even asked me to be in her wedding party. She liked me as much as I did her. And I had a sinking suspicion my father had pressed it.
I smoothed a finger over one of my rosy cheeks. I at least had to give Amber credit. She hadn’t shoved the bridal party into hideous dresses.
The light-blue chiffon material molded to my curvaceous body. I smoothed my hands along the buttery-soft material. I had to admit I looked good in it, with my large breasts framed by the bodice, my cleavage peeking out just a little to hint at my femininity.
I looked incredible in this dress—but it was safe to say that thought was the alcohol talking. Although it had taken me years to love myself and my body, I was never openly vain about my appearance now that I did.
“Maybe no more champagne,” I murmured to myself and left the bathroom. I was so focused on fixing the bodice of my dress that I didn’t see the person right in front of me until my body slammed into a hard, very male chest.
A surprised sound ripped from my throat as I stumbled back before falling to my ass. The man grunted from the impact and reached out, presumably to catch me, but it was too late. I was already sprawled on the ground, my dress having made its way up my thighs, my black Louboutin heels the only classy thing about me at that moment.
“Ah, darling, I’m sorry. That’ll teach me to be on my phone instead of paying attention to my surroundings.”
My body instantly reacted to the sound of that husky voice coming from right above me.
The normal thing to do would be to fix my dress and pull my ass off the floor before I looked up. But nope—right now, I was more interested in getting a glimpse of the man who had a voice that could make my nipples bead up like I was outside and bare-chested on a cold morning.