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“Why would you?” And then she turned to me. “Unless you also investigated my financials.”

She got you there! Son of a bitch. I’m trying to be nice, and she throws a knife at me.

“For fuck’s sake, Wren. I’m making conversation. Some board member mentioned it. What the hell is wrong with you?” She stared back out the window, ignoring my question.

What did I do? Okay, fine. I kissed her, but she was aware this would happen unexpectedly. I need my cock shoved in someone’s mouth, cunt, or ass.

Once home, Wren went up to her room, and I headed out to relieve some stress. I had too much pent-up aggression to deal with her attitude. At Duke’s, my favorite bar, the waitress Tiffany was working. She took a break when I walked in. Her ‘fuck me’ eyes zoned in on me, stroking my suit, while moving us toward the back area. I had her facing the wall. I unzipped my pants and thrusted inside. Tiffany yelped, but soon pushed back into me. When I closed my eyes, I saw Wren in her dress. Her lips. Her smile. I shook my head to rid the image, but Wren continued to invade my fuck, having me cum faster than I could ever recall.

Chapter 7 – Comfort of Friends

WREN

With all the touchy-feely people at the dinner party and Finn’s kisses, my body needed a hot bath and sleep, not realizing all the tension I held. While the bath filled and I was in my bedroom, I listened as the main door closed. Finn probably needed to relax, too. I could only assume his kind of relaxation involved bodily fluids. Even though the Xanax and alcohol took effect, I didn’t lose sight of the fact that Jillian and Finn were flirting during our meeting.

The next day, I got out of the house to spend some time with my friends. After a cup of tea in the late morning, I dressed and met with Madison and Natalie. I hadn’t seen them in a couple of months. We’ve been friends the longest, Illinois friends, who made the trek east. Nat was the only one who had an inkling abouthim, Conner, but I never revealed more. I let her presume what she wanted. I refrained from sharing secrets or troubles with anyone. As my mother would say,it’s unladylike to wear your emotions on your sleeve. Only weak people relied on confidantes. Misfortunes are private matters. I buried my problems, leaving them private to avoid piling friends with things best buried in the past.

Already at the restaurant, Madison and Natalie waved me over to the table. Not expecting it, Natalie pulled me into a hug, followed by Madison. As usual, my arms hung at my sides, and we all sat. I’ve always been awkward with affection, but these two never commented or ridiculed me, which was one of the many reasons I loved them.

Natalie’s long blond curls bounced along with the rest of her body in the chair as she said, “You look great, Wren. I can’t believe you’re engaged. Tell us all about him.”

Madison’s blue eyes met mine and squeezed my hand. “I’m so happy for you.” She let go and said, “What’s he like?”

We gave our drink orders to the server. I regarded the menu to contemplate how to begin. Our drinks arrived, allowing me to delay my response.

I let out a breathy laugh, my focus on the menu and then them. “Okay. Well, he’s handsome and sweet.”Handsome, yes, but not so sweet. “I met him at a club I went to with colleagues. His family owns a company, Trevino Holdings, and—”

“Wait, what?” Natalie’s manicured nails stopped clicking on the table. “You’re engaged to Merrick Trevino?”

Clueless at anything other than bargain shopping and bars, Madison asked, “Who is Merrick Trevino?”

Nat’s red painted lips spread, hazel eyes glaring at Maddie. “What? Merrick Trevino is only the most eligible bachelor in the city. No, the state. I’ve seen his picture countless times in the newspaper accompanying some article I skipped, except for a bachelor auction for some charity.”

I held up my ring and said, “That would be him, except he goes by Finn.”

Nat gasped, running to my side of the table to stare at the ring. “This is huge! Is he?”

I shoved her away. “Nat!”

“What are friends for if not to talk about sex and men’s dick size?” Maddie laughed at Nat’s teasing while examining my ring. “And Finn.” She sighed his name. “As sexy as he is. Oh my God, I can’t believe you took the most eligible bachelor off the market.” Her yelp got other people’s attention as I shushed her and laughed.

I’m sure his extracurricular sex life, which I don’t have proof of, hasn’t taken him off the market. But I don’t need proof. Finn said we could have sex with others… I’m sure he’s taking full advantage of it. A guy like Finn can’t NOT sleep around. When he came home the other night, patchouli wasn’t the only smell clinging to him, sweeping through the hallway. Why does it bother me? Because it’s disrespectful.

The server came by again, but Nat told her we weren’t ready. “Well, is his dick huge? Share, Wren. I live vicariously through you?”

I shook my head. “You do not, Nat. You love juicy,”—she started laughing hard—“gossip.” I joined her. “You love juicy gossip. I will not discuss…” I lowered my voice. “… my fiancé’s penis size.”

Because I don’t know. Not that I want to or that I’m looking forward to it. I’m not.

“Oh, you’re no fun.”

Maddie saved me. “Aw, give her a break. Not to change the subject, but what do you think of my hair?”

Her once straight, middle of the back length black hair was now shoulder-length. We both told her we loved it.

Nat refused to drop the conversation about Finn. “Wren, I need more. If you won’t talk about his dick size, then offer us something else. Like his kiss. How does he kiss? God, I bet his lips are soft, like a kitten’s underbelly.”

I smiled at Nat. She had so much passion, energy, and found everyone interesting. When you talked to her, it was as if nothing or no one else existed. “You guessed it, Nat.”

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