Page 43 of Hap

“Well, I wouldn’t say that, but I saved him nearly ten million. This costs him no more than two or three hundred thousand,” I say with a shrug.

“Is he hot?” Star asks. Ghost lets out a growl, making Star laugh. “Calm down Casper, I love you. I don’t need no sugar daddy with private jets and a hotel and casinos,” Star sighs, dramatically teasing Ghost more.

“Actually, he did ask me out once, but I turned him down. I never date clients.” A chuckle escaped me, but it’s cut off when I feel Hap’s hand on the back of my neck.

“You are still in contact with a guy that wanted to fuck you?” he asks, his voice thick with jealousy.

“He’s happily married, calm down.” I laugh.

Hap possessively kisses my mouth, silencing my laughter. I grip his shirt in my fist as he deepens the kiss.

“Alright, alright, let the woman come up for air!” Maggie taunts. Hap breaks the kiss, a smile playing on his lips. I smile back at him. God, he is stunning. He moves to get a coffee, and Nova wastes no time in pulling me into a hug, followed by Spider. Then everyone’s excitement builds as plans are made.

I feel a warmth in my chest listening to them all talking and laughing. “Okay ladies, living room now. We still have the bachelor party tomorrow night to plan for,” Star orders, handing Enzo to Ghost.

“What are you talking about? We’ve got Vegas now,” Beast states, confused.

“Yes, but all of you men will be there. You had last night. We are still owed a night, and we intend to take it,” Star adds as she shuffles all of us into the living room. Once we are sat down, she presses her fingers to her lips to shush us, her eyes constantly flickering to the entranceway.

“Check your messages,” she hisses as she frantically types. We all pull out our cells, each one dinging or vibrating with an incoming message from Star.

Notification: Invited to a group chat called The Real Vagenda

Star: Bachelorette party is now Alina’s Revenge Night. It’s time to pay back her ex-husband. Are you cool with this, Nova?

Nova: Hell to the yes! It’s the least we can do after she’s giving us Vegas.

Alina: I’m not sure this is a good idea?

Maggie: It’s the best idea!

Josie: I’m in! Can we all dress up again? Like we did for Belle?

Belle: OMG yes! Let’s!

Rhea: I have a feeling this is going to be an eventful night. ;)

Elsie: Should I be scared?

Dixie: Yes. Be safe and carry a gun.

Star: Nooo. Her ex isn’t a nutjob; he’s just a prick. We simply go to the club, have our night, drug the security that Ghost has hired, then we steal the blacked-out van and scare the shit out of the slimeball and your skank of a sister, too. If you want to, that is @Alina. Your choice.

Alina: She will be there, I know it. I don’t want to hurt her, but maybe if she could pee her pants, just so she can feel the slight bit of the humiliation I did?

Dixie: I’m in.

Star: Great! Now let’s make the fake Bachelorette party a theme so they won’t guess anything is wrong.

Maggie: Have we still got those cheerleader costumes from Halloween that we never wore? Remember you accidentally brought a huge haul of them, misreading the amount?

Star: Shit, yes! Okay, slutty cheerleaders it is. Now, don’t act suspicious or they will stop us.

Elise: Deal, I’m excited.

Belle: Can’t wait!

Josie: Do we get pom-poms?

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