Perla gave me a lopsided grin. “It was better this time, though, wasn’t it?”
What I wanted to say: every time with Brady was as explosive as fireworks. His cock should be held in reverence. It was as talented as his mouth. Frankly, the man needed to be elected into some sort of hall of fame.
What I actually said: “Brady is the best sex I’ve ever had.” That was vague enough, right?
Maybe too vague because Bianca gave me a naughty look.
I leaned back in my chair, placing a hand on my stomach. “Oh, no!” I exclaimed. “You have that look, Bibi.”
Maria scrunched her nose. “Just say it, Bibi. Whatever’s on your mind, spit it out. We all know you’re dying.”
Bianca let out an exasperated breath. “Thank you! Knox and I used glow-in-the-dark condoms the other night and”—she smacked her lips together—“they make the experience that much better.”
Perla shifted in her seat. “You still use condoms?”
Maria eyed her. “You’re not anymore?”
Perla shrugged. “It’s better bare.”
“Well, on a less sexy note, Pedro and I broke up,” Maria said.
We all gasped, and I leaned forward again, placing a hand out for her to take. “I’m so sorry, Maria,” I said first.
Next, Bianca went. “I never liked him anyway.”
“Not your type,” Perla chimed in.
I placed a hand over my mouth and pretended to cough, saying, “Not Dom.”
Maria shook her head. “Pedro and I weren’t that serious anyway.”
Bianca heaved a sigh. “You know what you need?”
Maria turned toward Bianca, but I answered before Bianca could, saying, “Dom’s body.”
Maria tossed her head back and groaned. “Please, you guys. Dad’s even on my case lately about Dom. It’s like you all think you know better than me or something, but I’m telling you right now, we are just friends. That’s it. End of story.”
Bianca whistled. “Something tells me that story hasn’t even started.”
“Cut it out!” Maria warned.
“Fine,” I said, changing the topic, “I want to invite Jade to theBellissimaanniversary party.”
Crickets.
More crickets.
Literally not a sound.
I could have heard a pin drop.
All right, so clearly it was only me who thought inviting our half sister was a good idea. I didn’t know why I’d thought it’d be any other way. “I think it might be nice,” I pushed, eyeing each of my sisters in turn.
Let me tell you how that went.
Maria’s eyebrows were raised so high they were hitting her hairline.
Bianca’s eyes went everywhere but in my direction.