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Still nothing.

My dick was dead.

I closed my eyes for a minute, but all I could see was Millie’s beautiful face, her dynamite curves, and all that fiery hair that surrounded her. Those beautiful green eyes, sparkling and full of life. Her sweet smile right before she closed those plump lips over my dick. I could feel the weight of her tits in my palms as I pinched her nipples. Her cunt was always so tight and wet…

Goddammit!

She’d ruined me.

It was thoughts of her and the last time I’d fucked her that finally got a reaction out of my fucking dick.

Kelly’s moans turned louder and my eyes flew open. Her hips moved faster, indicating that she was about to come. This was where I would usually demand the woman remove her fingers and replace them with my dick. But my dick wasn’t fully cooperating yet. It didn’t matter anyway. Nothing Kelly was doing made me want to fuck her. It wasn’t her that I wanted.

No, it was the woman currently opening my door that I wanted.

Fuck!

For as long as I lived, I’d never forget the look of betrayal and hurt etched on Millie’s face as she stood frozen in the doorway, too shocked to move. I felt a stab of pain go through my heart at the pain I was causing her. The life ebbed out of her eyes as they filled with tears. Our eyes remained locked as the sound of Kelly coming brought home the devastating error of my selfish ways.

I pushed an oblivious Kelly out of the way and tried to get to my feet, but the alcohol I’d consumed made me slow and clumsy. “Millie—" When I moved, Millie moved. “Wait!”

She shook her head dejectedly, the tears running down her cheeks and her lips trembling. She didn’t want me near her, and slowly closed the door in my face. The fact that she hadn’t slammed it revealed the measure of hurt I’d inflicted on her. She was too broken to dredge up any kind of emotion.

Fuck!

I’d fucked up royally.

I fell back on the edge of the bed and let the realization of what I’d lost sink in.

Chapter 27

Millie

“What about this one?”

V stepped out of the dressing room wearing a pretty pink dress that fell to her ankles in a straight line. The bodice outlined her breasts and was lined with a row of black, vintage-style buttons. The neckline had a black collar, and there was a wide black band circling her ribcage. It had a kind of nineteen-twenties look to it, and reminded me of the dress that Kate Winslet wore at the beginning ofTitanic.

“You look like Kate Winslet inTitanic,”Lulu quipped, reading my mind. She rushed into the dressing room next to the one V had been using.

V frowned and watched Lulu close her door. “Is that bad?”

V looked adorable in anything. I opened my mouth to give her my opinion when Lissa jumped in and said, “Get the short purple one you tried on first.”

V and I both turned our heads to look at Lissa at the same time.

“That’s why I’m here, right? You trust me.”

The corner of V’s lips turned down. “You’re my best friend, that’s why you’re here,” she chastised lightly. “And we do trust your fashion choices. But—”

“No ‘buts,’ honey. You’re not going to a desert wedding wearing that heavy, long dress. You’ll roast.”

“She has a point,” Lulu called out from inside the dressing room.

Lissa and Lulu had great fashion sense, and they’d already helped me find the dress I was going to wear to Annabelle’s wedding, even though I wasn’t a hundred percent sure that I was going to go. It was a halter-style dress, and the bodice fit snug over my breasts. There was a small belt at the waist, and from there the full chiffon skirt flowed loosely to my knees. It was classy and elegant and the perfect shade of green to match my eyes. The only thing that I didn’t like was that I couldn’t wear a bra with it because the split down the front went all the way to the belt.

I heard V sigh. “I thought it was an oasis wedding.”

“Oasisthemed,in the desert,” Lissa reminded her. “Besides, Bull will appreciate the purple dress more.” Her and Lulu exchanged amused looks.

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