Page 30 of My Rules

I wash my face and amble back to bed. I lie there and stare at the ceiling while I go over the last three days. Why do I feel so different?

There are a lot of things that I don’t know in this world, but there is one thing I am 100 percent sure of: I’m not going to be able to sleep until I come.

I reach over to my bedside drawer and take out Bob, my trusty partner. The one man who never lets me down. He gets the job done every single time.

I part myself and bring him down to the lips of my sex. My eyes close as I feel the tip of his cock.

Hmmm . . .

Now . . . where were we?

Monday, 1:00 p.m.

I walk into the café and see the girls sitting in the back corner. I give them a wave and make my way over. “Hi.” I fall into my seat.

“This is a nice surprise.” Chloe sips her coffee. “How did you get the afternoon off?”

“Staff development day.” I pick up the menu. “However, there is no staff developing going on today for me.” I look around for the waitress. “Have you guys ordered food?”

“Not yet,” Juliet replies. She picks up the menu to look over the choices. “I’m going to have the salad and grilled chicken.”

“How’s the wedding dress fitting now?” I ask.

“Tight.” She widens her eyes. “Why the hell would I buy a dress that was already fricking tight? What was I thinking?”

“Like everyone, you were under the assumption that we are all going to lose weight?” Chloe replies for her. “You look great in it anyway; it’s not too tight at all.”

“Lose weight, ha! If anything, I’ve bulked up.” Juliet slams the menu shut in disgust. “I’m eating everything there is to eat on this honeymoon.”

“Including a lot of dick, I imagine,” Chloe replies as she studies the menu.

“This time in two weeks, you’ll be a married woman.” I smile.

“I can’t wait.” Juliet hunches up her shoulders in excitement. “Oh, did you hear the boys are going to Vegas this weekend for the bachelor party?”

“They are?” I wince.

“One guess whose idea it was?” She looks at me deadpan.

“Dr. Grayson?” I smirk.

“Why is he so out of control?” Juliet adds. “If he thinks this is going to be a reenactment of the Hangover movie, I’m going to kill him with my bare hands.”

“Oh no.” Chloe holds her temple. “I’m having bad flashbacks.”

“Of what?” I sip my water.

“I have hazy memories that we had the talk the other night at the party.”

“The talk?” I frown, confused. “With who?”

“I don’t know, I remember ...” She frowns as if concentrating. “Why were we so drunk that night, anyway?”

“I don’t know what Taryn put into that punch, but it was lethal,” I reply.

“For real.”

“Oh hell. I hope Blake doesn’t remember.”

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