Page 15 of Sinful Escape

Not me.

I’d rather pull my pubes out one by one than slip into bed with a player like him. That look, however, showed me exactly what his plans are for the next twenty days. Sex. And plenty of it.

Not with this ugly duckling though. No way. Nope. Nada.

“So, how do you know each other?” Roman shared his gaze between the three of them.

“We went to San Francisco State together and kept in touch.”

While they detailed what each of them did for a living, my mind churned. I hadn’t kept in touch with any girlfriends from my school years. Not a single one. Thanks to my nomadic upbringing, I went to too many schools to make friends. The constant upheaval meant making bonds with anyone was a challenge, let alone long-lasting friendships that resulted in trust and loyalty.

It was one of the reasons William had been so special.

He’d been the first person I’d ever trusted.

Until he fucked it all up.

Roman continued drinking his coffee with seemingly zero reaction to its taste, and I decided that he was either pretending to like it, or his mother’s fancy cooking had messed up his taste buds. I took a sip, trying not to screw up my face at its bitterness, and trying even harder to focus on the conversation. When Mike wasn’t sneaking glances at my cleavage, he was finishing his friends’ sentences and laughing at their comments.

They enjoyed each other’s company.

I loved being alone, preferred it even. But for some reason, their friendship had a streak of jealousy coiling through me.

It was an emotion I rarely felt, at least not when it came to friends. My jealousy was usually over perky boobs, or straight hair, or someone sitting in a quiet corner with a glass of wine in one hand and a romance novel in the other.

Maybe that stupid visa letter was fucking up my thoughts. Since I’d received it, my usual cruisy life had slipped sideways. I had to get out of there before any more outrageous emotions trampled my sanity. “Excuse me, I need to go to the?—”

“Oh, certo.” Roman stepped out of the booth with manly agility.

Different story for me though. Squeezing out of the booth made my knockers wobble all over the place.

By the time I was free, embarrassment blazed heat up my neck to my fiery red hair. Aware that I’d look like a giant pimple about to pop, I said goodbye and scurried away.

I shot into a restroom cubicle and grabbed my phone to text Azalia.

Sorry babe, crazy day. Are you still there?

Zali’s reply was instant.

I’m always here, you know that.

Kane still awake?

Yep. Little bugger has the same stamina his father had. LOL

It amazed me that she could joke about a man she barely knew who’d irreversibly changed the course of her life.

And with a mother like you, Kane has some good genes

You haven’t seen me in a while. You probs wouldn’t recognize me. Hell, I don’t even recognize me. My stomach is covered in stretch marks, my hair is a mess, and my tits are so engorged they look like pregnant monsters

I was contemplating a response when my phone buzzed.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that about my big tits

It’s okay

No, it was insensitive of me. I’m sorry

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