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Matt tore his attention away from the TV and faced me as he asked, “Yeah, how are you holding up?”

“I’m doing good,” I told them both, reassuring that I wasn’t going to a mental hospital or something like that for what happened. “Trust me. I can’t even really call it rape. I mean, deep inside I did like it. I love rough sex.”

Matt whistled. Ysa punched him in the gut. We all laughed.

“Well, even if your body liked it, Michael is an asshole,” Ysa stated. “Just let Dylan’s threat keep Michael away and we’ll all be happy.”

We could all agree to that. I bid them both goodnight and decided it was time to just be a bum and go to bed.

Chapter Nine

“So, you’re back with Dylan?” Ysa asked. We were in her room, getting ready for the movies. There was a new horror movie premiering tonight and we all wanted to get there early. Turns out even Dylan was into horror flicks, to all of our delight.

“Yup,” I answered as I applied my mascara.

Ysa shrugged and began to put on some lipstick. “I think it’s really good. He was the right guy for you.”

I had to laugh a bit and ask, “What about that guy I told you about, the one I met in the bar? Nick.”

Ysa scoffed at the mere mention of Nick. “He was a one-night stand. That’s it. Don’t ever try to make it more than that.”

“I’ve never had a one-night stand before.”

She looked over at me, “Hey, Michael counted as a one-night stand, technically. Remember, you slept with him because you couldn’t handle waiting a few more days for Dylan to pick you up and pound his --”

“Shut up,” I interrupted and laughed. “Okay, I get it, damn it.”

Ysa laughed and she pointed a finger at me, “You’ve come a long way. All our lives you’ve been this really hot chick that everyone wanted but never got. Now you’re in charge of everything, girl.”

“Thanks,” I meant it too. “I only got this far because of you.”

“Hey, if you’re saying I turned you into a sex maniac,” she started and then realized that yeah, she was the one that introduced Dylan to me. “Well, yeah, I did, didn’t I?”

“Yup,” was all I could say with a smug look on my face.

The door suddenly rattled with a knock.

“Open,” Ysa and I both answered.

Matt opened the door and peered inside, “Hey, Dylan’s on the way. You two ready yet?”

“Almost, babe,” Ysa told her husband. “Just hold up a bit. We just got to do one more touch up and put on our shoes and we’ll be ready.”

Matt nodded, “Okay. Well, I’ll get the car started babe. Hey, Liv, you’re riding in Dylan’s car, right? Right. See you two downstairs then.”

He then sauntered back downstairs. We listened to him sipping from a can of beer and his heavy footsteps on the wooden stairs. We both laughed at how old and how fat he could seem sometimes. Maybe that was a little cruel but to be honest Matt - and Dylan too - were much older than us and for that matter they did show their age from time to time.

“You love Dylan enough to marry him?” Ysa asked me once we were sure Matt was out of earshot.

I never really thought about it. My thoughts so far were just about whether or not I wanted to get into a relationship with BDSM involved, about getting away from Michael and about discovering what I really wanted in life and in a partner. Marriage was the last thing on my mind lately.

“Maybe,” I replied. “I can imagine what life would be like if I married him.”

“He is filthy rich, you know,” Ysa pointed out, half sincere and half jokingly. “You’d be set for life.”

“Even if I did marry him, I’d still work,” I didn’t want to become a lazy bitch that just depended on her husband’s money. “I don’t want to be a liability for him. I want him to love me and to feel like I’m doing my own thing.”

Ysa rolled her eyes, “I hear an ego speaking.”

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