Page 178 of Dance of Devils
After a long night of deliberating, we decide that we’re done hiding this from people. I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about it, and neither does she.
So, we go public.
…In a very, very big way.
We don’t bother easing into it slowly. Everyone’s going to talk anyway, right?
So the grand reveal ends up being Laz Kislev’s birthday party at Doomsday Club, which he’s a part owner of.
Yes, there are open-mouthed stares when Brooklyn and I walk in, my arm around her waist.Yes, she’s pulled away by her friends almost immediately, who not-so-quietly hurla thousandquestions at her.
…Yes, I’m within earshot when Val Bancroft asks her if I’m “giving her that big dick on the reg.” I feel it's my place to answer, so I do, loudly, over the din of the party.
That bringsanotherwhole explosion of squeals and laughter and wide-eyed questions, while Evelina turns an interesting shade of scarlet.
Eventually, though, it all blends into a blur, and I find myself weirdly content: sitting in one of Doomsday's VIP booths, a drink in my hand, the woman I’m fuckingcrazyabout wrapped up in my other arm with her head on my shoulder.
Life is perfect.
…Until it’s not.
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“So…”
Maya grins at me in the mirror while she adjusts her black PVC thigh highs and bikini bottom.
“I hear there’s something a little…scandalousin your life?”
I smirk, arching my brows from where I’m sitting in her dressing room chair.
“That feels a bit judgy coming from the sexy nun with her boobs out.”
Maya, who is indeed in the middle of trying on her new fetish-heavy sexy nun outfit for later tonight, laughs and grabs her tits. “Don’t be jealous, Ms. B-cups.”
Kir would lose hisshitif he knew I was back here at The Mirage. I’m actually surprised myself, given all the horrible things that happened here.
But, Maya—a friend I wasn’t looking for but desperately needed—alsohappened here. So when she texted me asking if I wantedto catch up tonight before her shift…and mentioned that Lou wasn’t going to be in…I said screw it.
I’m glad I did.
Yes, the horrifying memories might come clawing for me, being here again. But I feel better equipped now to fight them off.
I’m stronger.
I’m not afraid of the ghosts anymore. I can look back on the girl who walked in here in utter desperation, and while she breaks my heart, I’m so proud of how far she’s come.
…I mean, she’s had some help, from an incredible man. But still.
I’m fucking proud of her.
I snort as Maya cups her boobs and gives them a jiggle in the mirror. “I mean, Iamjealous. They’re fantastic tits.” I shrug. “But if I had those, there’s no way I could do ballet. Did I ever tell you about the girl I danced with who had a boobreductionbecause they kept throwing off her pirouettes?”
She clicks her teeth. “See? The tits are always greener on the other side.”
I grin. Maya finishes adjusting the buckles on her PVC bra. Then she shoots me a look. “By the way, nice dodge of my ultra-probing question just now.”
