Page 37 of Ink Wars

Harry doesn’t miss a beat as he takes a step closer. “Your standards are too low, sweetheart.” He stares at her as he slowly walks backward toward to door. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

When the door closes behind him, I laugh as Fay looks at me with wide eyes.

“Someone likes you,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows.

She grabs her purse, trying to hide the blush I see creeping up her cheeks. “He’s not my type.”

I stand in front of her, blocking her escape, and raise an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What’s wrong with him and be very careful with your choice of words. Harry is every bit the same person I am,” I say, crossing my arms.

She frowns as she adjusts her purse on her shoulder. “He is nothing like you. You aren’t a player or friends with players.”

I tilt my head at her statement. “How do you know they’re players?”

She tosses her hands in the air and groans. “Because look at them, Leah. They are constantly flirting and know how good they look.”

I laugh at her ridiculous explanation. “Nice try. Being good-looking and flirting doesn’t make you a player. Put your big girl panties on because we’re going to that party tomorrow night. Reschedule your blind date, we now have better plans.”

She doesn’t say anything, she walks out the door and I sigh.

Harry is right. Her standards are too low.

“Is this too slutty?” Arya says, stepping into the living room.

“Yes,” Fay says.

“No,” I reply.

She laughs and shakes her ass. “Perfect.”

“Arya, your tits are almost falling out,” Fay says, looking down at the scoop neck shirt she’s wearing that is showing just a little cleavage.

Arya shakes, jumping up and down. “They won’t fall out, see,” she says, smiling.

I laugh as I step into my room to check out my outfit one last time. I’ve got on a dress reminiscent of the fifties, as always. It’s strapless with black up top, gathered between my breasts and the bottom is bright red with a white design. Of course, my hair is up with a matching red and white bandana. Simple black open toe heels complete the outfit.

I smile as I reapply my red lipstick and step out into the living room.

“You guys almost ready?” I yell.

Arya comes out of her room with that black dress on that does make it appear her tits will spill out at any minute. It’s so perfectly her. Her blonde has loose curls and her makeup is on point as always. She’s stunning.

“I’m ready to party,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows.

“I’m glad you took the night off,” I say, sticking my phone into my purse.

We hear Fay’s heels clicking and both look over as she steps out of her room.

“Holy hell,” Ayra says, staring at her.

“Damn, Fay, you look amazing,” I say, smiling.

She’s got on a black long-sleeve dress that dips dangerously low in the front for Fay. The dress is tight and short, showing off what a sexy body she is rocking. The rose-colored heels match her lips, while her red hair has beachy waves. Her blue eyes pop against the darker makeup. She’s dressing to impress and I’m betting she’s trying to impress Harry.

“I don’t know,” she says, looking down at her dress.

“Oh girl, you aren’t changing. You look hot and are going to turn every damn head tonight. You stick with me,” Arya says, linking her arm with Fay’s.

By the time we get to Sabbath, you can feel the excitement pouring off of them. I, however, am suddenly nervous. This is the first time all of us have been in the same place since Corbin and I have fucked.

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