Page 14 of Please Don't Leave Me

Unlikely, as it would be my sister.

Matt

Sisters are always welcome in my bed.

Lou

Ha Ha

Matt

Of course you can bring your sister and anyone else who won’t try to steal you from me.

Lou

Okay, I’ll be there.

Matt

Lovely. I’ll send a car for you.

I tried to tell him that wasn’t necessary, but he again insisted.

Tonight isMatt’s Halloween party, and B might be more excited than I am. But she will be ditching me the second half of the evening to attend her boss, Daniel’s, party.

I look at myself in the mirror and slightly regret letting B pick out my costume. She chose to make me a classic angel. Of course, it’s slutty; I knew that when I conceded,but I didn't think I could feel confident in something so revealing.

The little white dress barely covers my ass and is low cut—to show off the little cleavage I have—with spaghetti straps. B’s my counterpart with her tiny red leather dress and horns. I’d much rather wear a headband with devil horns than these itchy angel wings, but I lost that battle. B is curvier than I am, and the angel dress did not have enough support to contain her tits. Not that her leather dress is doing much better, but I think she likes it that way.

I had a pair of baby blue heels from years ago that B said were okay to wear with my costume; they make my legs look a mile long. I’m nervous I’m going to be taller than Matt. At 5’6”, I’m considered above average height for a woman, and wearing heels makes me as tall as average-height men. Matt isn’t short, but he’s only a few inches taller than me. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s probably 5’9”. I was the same height as him on our first date, which made me nervous he would be self-conscious, but he didn’t seem to be bothered. He is a very confident man.

“Are you ready to go? The car should be here in a few minutes.”

B yells from her bedroom, “Yeah, just touching up my makeup.” I walk into her room to check that she’s telling the truth, and she spots me in her mirror. “Damn, you look hot! Matt is for sure fucking you tonight.”

I roll my eyes at her and walk to the kitchen to fill Pepin’s food and water bowl before we leave. He does really well when we’re gone for several hours, but I always feel bad leaving him alone, so I put a little pumpkin in his bowl to make up for it. He immediately runs when he hears me and sits like a good boy, waiting for me to finish preparing it.

He came out of the box perfectly trained.It took me a few days to figure out what commands he knows, but after that, he’s been so easy. I couldn’t have asked for a better first dog.

As I’m putting his bowl down on the ground, he starts licking my face lovingly, as if to say, “Thank you, Mom.”

“Pepin! Quit ruining my masterpiece.”

I spot B standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Busted. She spent a long time perfecting my makeup, glitter and all.

“How bad is it?” I ask, standing up and allowing her to inspect the damage.

“Actually, it’s not too bad, but Pep is definitely going to be shitting glitter for a while.” We both giggle and look down at him chugging water, likely regretting his decision.

B touches up my left cheek, making sure they’re even before we head down to the entryway to wait for Matt’s driver. I felt bad that he had to come up and get me last time, even though I know that’s his job.

When we arriveat Matt’s building, the doorman greets us and asks for our names. He checks his list and then walks us to the elevator. Matt didn’t give me an apartment number, and I still don’t know his last name, but clearly, the doorman knows where we’re going. I feel a little silly dressed like this in such an elegant historic building.

The doorman inserts a key into a slot and presses the ‘P’ button. Of course Matt lives in the penthouse. It’s a long ride up 30 floors. B and I look at each other, and I giggle. I’m both nervous and excited. B has been to parties like this before, but I haven’t.

The doors open, and it’s one of those apartments where the elevator opens directly into the unit. We’re instantlygreeted with music, lights, and people dancing. It’s like a club in here. I look to my right, where the DJ booth is, and see a young man with bleach-blonde hair behind the table. He’s cute, but he looks like he may bat for the other team.

To our left is a large kitchen with an island the size of my bedroom. It’s filled with hors d’oeuvres and little Jack-o-lantern decorations. Next to it is a bar with two bartenders mixing up drinks. They’re both dressed in costumes, but you can tell they’re hired to help and not guests by the professional way they carry themselves.

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