Page 63 of Hale's Pawn
Me: Yes, daddy.
Hale’s Spawn: Bring your ass back to me right now, Bug!
Me: OH daddy!
Hale’s Spawn: Ainslee…
Karessa laughs. “See? Now you know how to text him back. Should we leave?”
I playfully roll my eyes. “I guess.”
Karessa laughs harder. We make our way out, knowing that my boys will pay, and leave a hefty tip for the bartender. As we get driven back to the villa, I ask Karessa another question. “So, this might be even more intimate, but how are you feeling after everything? I didn’t get a chance to ask you since I lost a day to sleep, courtesy of the big bastard.”
“What do you mean?” Karessa asks.
“Like, I’m pretending to act like I don’t need to soak my pussy in the hot tub. I feel broken, my pussy feels like it's never going to recover from this.” Karessa didn’t expect my answer so she laughs hard as hell and I can’t help but laugh with her. “I’m for real. I’ve never known someone to just break me apart so easily. It’s like Oran is in my bloodstream. I fucking cried in the shower because I was like this night of pleasure is one I’m never going to forget. Like, who the fuck created these two nut jobs? And then I was sexually attacked. The man didn’t let me sleep at all.”
Karessa laughs, wiping her tears away. “Honestly, I’m happy we went out, because I might come out of this without a pussy. I just...how the hell did we let them both take us like that? I don’t think I could handle them both again. Jagger is more than enough for me.”
“I’m right there with you, sister. I’d die if anyone brought it up again. I’d be like ‘no thanks, guys’. Maybe in a million years.”
Karessa laughs. “Agreed.” We stay silent. When we get close to the villa, Karessa speaks up. “You really love him, don’t you?”
“Yeah…” I say as I lay my head on the window. “I really do, and I want to punch him in the face for it. This might be awkward to ask after all this shit, and especially after the other night, but will you please be my friend? I have no friends besides Mikonos and Markos, but they’re not all the way there in the head sometimes. I want a friend who can give me advice that won’t end in me killing the person,” I say. I’m chuckling but it hurts to even say. “God, I must really be drunk or something.” The hurt subdues me.
“Can we get a minute, guys?” she asks the boys. They nod and leave us in the U-shaped driveway. After they leave, Karessa makes me face her. “Hey, of course I’ll be your friend. I’ll even be your best friend in due time, if that’s what you want. I can even share my sisters if they act right. You don’t have to do it all alone, Ainslee. There’s people around you who would love to spend time with you.”
I pull her into a hug. “Thank you,” I say. “Oran would be so proud of me if he saw that I initiated a hug and read the social cues,” I tease.
Karessa chuckles. “Girl, stop crying because you’re going to make me cry, and then we’ll have to deal with these men. Oran is standing in the damn doorway already.”
“Okay… Maybe we can go sight-seeing and do other stuff during the honeymoon. Just us?” I ask.
“Of course! I’d love to go dancing again. I had fun.”
I pull away and wipe at my tears. “Me too.” I smile and clear my throat. “Okay, Karessa, game face on.”
Karessa giggles. “Your game face is too tipsy. Oran will see right through it.”
“Pssht., I say and open my door, sliding right out.
Oran cocks his brow. He eyes me, narrowing his eyes at me. He waits for me to walk towards him. “Who made you cry?”
“Nobody,” I say. “Just a girl’s moment.”
“Oh.” He makes a face likeeww. As if him and Jagger don’t do the absolute most with their little friendship.
“Can I get through, though?” I ask.
He smirks. “Pay the toll.” He leans lower. I smile, standing on the tip of my toes, and I give him a quick kiss. Oran scoffs. He cups my face and gives me a kiss to end all kisses. When he lets go, he moves out of the way. “You can pass now.” I pass and he slaps my ass. I try not to, but I giggle like a fucking school girl.
“That’s new,” Oran says as he walks in behind me. “I like it.”
My cheeks hurt from smiling. “Oh, guess what, baby?”
“What?”
“I picked up a social cue and hugged Karessa... first,” I emphasize dramatically, opening my eyes wide and gesturing with my hands.
