Page 11 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

Currently, her besties were mad because it had taken her over two hours to figure out what to put on. To their dismay, she was now considering changing outfits again. In her defense, she didn’t know what to wear.

All of her club clothes from the good ole days had been tossed out years ago. Many, many years ago. The cute outfits she’d purchased on a whim a few years ago no longer fit. Everything else in her closet screamed,I’m over forty, I no longer have Megan thee stallion knees, and I have a bedtime.

However, there was one dress in her closet that would be perfect for tonight. It was black and form-fitting. Its material felt good against her skin. Plus, it complimented her curves while also hiding her love handles.

It was the perfect dress. It was also the dress she’d purchased last year for her anniversary date with her now ex-husband. Thathad been their last night together. And it had been her first and last time wearing that dress.

After that night, her entire world fell apart. Monique had no intention of wearing that dress ever again. She only kept it around to remind herself never to let a man make her feel that worthless again. Swallowing back tears, Monique turned to the side as she stared into her full-length mirror.

“I don’t think this outfit will work either,” she told her friends, who were seated on her bed, waiting for her to choose an outfit.

“Ugh!” Temeka and Latoya both groaned.

“It’s too tight, isn’t it?” Monique asked.

“It’s supposed to be too tight,” Toya told her.

Monique turned to look at her backside. “Yeah, but this is so tight, you can see my butt dimples.”

“Men love butt dimples,” Meka told her.

“Liar.” Monique rolled her eyes.

If men loved butt dimples, her ex-husband wouldn’t have told her that one of the reasons he was leaving was because she’d let herself go and gained weight. Monique tried to push that thought away before she did something silly, like rushing off to the bathroom to cry again.

No more tears!

She had to quit allowing her ex’s parting words to bring her down. Instead, she should focus on her parting words to him. She’d never forget the look on his face when she told him she could always lose weight, but his dick would remain tiny forever.

He’d stared at her as if she’d just crushed his soul. Her chatter-box of an ex-husband had gone speechless after hearing that. Monique smiled, something she used to do a lot but hadn’t done much of over the last few months.

Recalling that shocked and hurt expression her ex had worn after hearing her parting words always made her feel a littlebetter. Perhaps her friends were right. Maybe to get over a little dick, she needed to find a bigger one.

Should she make that her mission for tonight? Monique rolled her eyes at her reflection.Big dick?What was she thinking? What would she do with a big dick? Look at it? Tap it to see if it was real?

That was about all she could do. After spending half of her life with a‘one stroke and done’man and his mini-me, she wouldn’t know what to do with a large cock if it smacked her in the mouth.

Why was she thinking about cocks anyway? The last thing she needed was a man in her life.Been there, done that, had the emotional scars to prove it.What she needed was to reconnect with her friends.

They’d never disappointed her. And tonight, they wanted to see her smiling and happy for a change. She wanted that also. She missed feeling like herself. She was tired of feeling down all the time.

She was tired of moping around the house, hoping her endless fatigue, hurt, and anger would disappear on its own. It was time for her to get her life back, get her joy back, get herself back.

She would do that... tonight. Monique tugged the dress down some. Did she really have to dress like this to have a good time? She continued pulling the dress. The borrowed outfit still didn’t reach mid-thigh. There was no getting around it. The dress was too short.

“It’s too short, right?” she asked.

“It’s just right,” Meka told her.

“If I bend over wrong, I will show all of my goods.”

“Men like seeing all the goods,” Toya declared.

“I still think it’s too short.”

“Bitch, it’s supposed to be short,” Toya yelled, irritated. “It wouldn’t be a freak’um dress if it was long. It would be a preacher’s daughter’s dress. And that’s not who you are tonight.”

“I’ll always be a preacher’s daughter. Literally. And I don’t plan to freak anyone tonight. Instead of a freak’um dress, how about I find a relax’em dress,” Monique muttered. “A cover-up the goods dress?”

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