Page 42 of Her Possessive Daddies

Back at my apartment, I collapse into bed fully clothed, covering my head with the pillow. Sleep claims me before I can spiral too far into mortification.

Hours later, I stumble to the kitchen, desperate for coffee. My head throbs.

"Well, well, well." Tessa's voice cuts through my foggy brain. "Look what the walk of shame dragged in."

"Shhh. Coffee first."

"Bitch, where were you last night? You didn't text me and the only logical excuse I'll accept is that you were getting laid."

The coffee pot slips in my grip. "I... um..."

"Oh shit, you totally were!" Tessa bounces on her toes. "Was it silver fox? Please tell me it was silver fox."

My face burns as I focus very intently on pouring coffee. "Sort of?"

"Sort of? What does that even mean? Spill!"

"It was silver fox... and his friend."

Tessa's shriek could shatter glass. "You had a fucking threesome? My sweet, innocent Abbie had a threesome?"

"Keep your voice down!" I hiss, though we're alone in the apartment. "I was drunk and they were both so... and then we….

"Who are you and what have you done with my prudish best friend?" Tessa slaps both hands on the counter. "The same girl who wouldn't even make out with Brad Thompson in the coat closet at prom?"

"That coat closet smelled like moth balls." My coffee sloshes as I sink into a kitchen chair. "And Brad had braces."

"But two men at once? Two older, successful, probably kinky as hell men?"

"They own the speakeasy."

"Holy shit, you fucked the owners?" Tessa's eyes go wide. "Like, both of them?"

"Well, not exactly both..." The recollection of Seth watching makes my thighs clench. "It was more like... one and a half?"

"One and a- girl, what does that even mean?" She plops down across from me. "Deets. Now."

"I can't believe I did it either, okay? But Corey was so... and Seth kept looking at me like..." I bring my cool coffee mug to my burning cheeks. "God, what must they think of me?"

"Who cares what they think? Look at you, living your best life! Getting your groove back!" Tessa wiggles in her seat. "My little caterpillar is becoming a beautiful, sexually liberated butterfly."

"Stop." But I can't help grinning. Her enthusiasm is infectious.

"Never. This is a milestone moment. We should celebrate. Get mimosas and compare notes on threesomes."

"You've had threesomes?"

"Honey." She pats my hand. "So many threesomes."

"Oh god, my head." I slump forward onto the kitchen table. "Can you make me some toast? The blandest toast possible?"

"Coming right up, you sexual deviant." Tessa pops bread in the toaster, humming what sounds suspiciously like 'bow chicka wow wow.'

"I hate you."

"No you don't. I'm your best friend who's about to feed you hangover food while you dish all the dirty details."

The coffee machine gurgles, filling the kitchen with blessed caffeine fumes. My stomach lurches. "Maybe just dry toast for now."

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