Page 35 of The Vow

Carmelo closed his eyes.

April texted back and dictated out loud as she typed. “No worries, I finished myself off, came everywhere.” Colt tutted. “Don’t drink it all at once.”

“Your cum or the champagne… winky face,” April read out Lena’s response, raised her eyebrow and looked at Colt.

“Fuck’s sake.” Colt put his head in his hands.

“Champagne, Lena,” April typed and dictated.

“Why not?” Came Lena’s immediate reply while Carmelo slowly wallowed in shame and guilt. “I may just stay in my room, in my PJ’s, drinking champagne, and refuse to come tonight…”

“No, come tonight, dress up, make me want you, so bad, make me want to fuck you on the dining table in front of them all,” April replied.

Lena responded immediately and April read it out loud, “Carmy and a heart emoji.”

“Carmy?” Colt stuttered.

April wasn’t stopping now. “Then we’ll go back to your room and I’ll drink that champagne out of every hole you have.”

“Fuck, April!” Colt exclaimed.

“She’s a good sexter,” Carmelo murmured under his breath.

“I had no idea, we don’t sext, we just… sex,” Colt muttered back. April dropped the phone back at Carmelo’s feet with a smirk.

“Kitten, go have that bath now,” Colt intervened. “Carmy, get out of my sight and take my fucking cum-rag T-shirt with you.”

Carmelo gulped, and once again, did exactly as he was told.

Lena

“Lena, you can’t wear that, it’s not even half a dress.” Milena’s little sister, Arpina, was holding up one of the many dresses that had been packed for this tasting party of an evening. A sixteen course set menu where they had to agree on what five courses to serve at the wedding. Her wedding. That she didn’t want. She could taste a mildly sick taste in her mouth as the day had gone on. Now it was an hour until she had to go out there into that expensive private dining room her mother had booked and somehow keep the peace between her parents, the MC, and Carmelo…

Lena looked up at the dress her sister was holding up. It was lace and crochet, backless, practically see through thing, a tiny strap that went around the back of the neck to hold it up. She’d worn it once on a girls night out that Kavan had mercilessly stalked her and ogled at her legs when he thought she couldn’t see.

“It’s a designer dress,” Lena said absently, “I can’t remember who though… don’t worry, I’m not going to wear that one.”

“I kinda like it, but not for this evening. You need to look classy, regal-”

“Pina, honestly, I don’t really want to-”

“Lena, just fucking accept it, okay?” Her little sister burst out angrily all of a sudden.

“I’m… sorry…” Lena frowned and apologized slowly.

Pina sighed and rolled her shoulders. “Look, I get it, you want to be an independent woman, run the business, smash the tennis and graduate and generally be brilliant at everything-”

Lena rolled her eyes, “That’s not it exactly-”

But Pina wasn’t stopping. “I know that’s what you want and that’s fine, but not everyone wants that. Some girls would kill to be in your position…” Pina trailed off, plucking the lacy material moodily.

Lena frowned and looked hard at her little sister. Not so little any more. Seventeen going on twenty-two. More outgoing than her, more sassy, more headstrong. More trouble, their mother and father would say. And Lena wasn’t an ‘easy child’. No, they would have their work cut out for them as Pina made dating boys and partying her full-time job. College and business and being respected and taken seriously wasn’t on Pina’s agenda. Having fun was her main concern right now. Which party was most exciting, which outfit was most on trend. And that was fine, Pina was always the more gregarious sister out of the two of them.

Lena tilted her head and regarded her little sister. “Is this what you want, Pina, are you jealous of all this?”

Pina’s smooth brow knitted together. “Well not now, obviously, but… yes. I’d want a richer husband though, no offense to your Sergeant-”

Lena waved her arm, feeling dizzy. Her Sergeant.

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