Page 20 of Sin Wagon
“You’re a terror, Delilah. But fine; only so I don’t have to worry about you ruining my day.”
“I think you risk ruining your day all by yourself when, whoever this guy is, realizes you’ve been lying to him and hiding yourgrownchild,” I shout at her.
“Or I’ll be giving him and his family everything they’ve ever wanted,” she sneers, her lips curving up into a huge smile showing off her veneers.
“Get the hell out!” I yell. I don’t know what she means by that, and honestly, I don’t care to dissect it. I want to get out of this dress, order Mexican, and watchBad Girls Club.
I strip off the dress, and can’t help but feel a surge of defiance and excitement. There’s something thrilling about standing up to Claudia, about embracing my body and my choices, even if they don’t fit into her pristine image. The dress slips off easily, the lace caressing my skin as I pull it over my head. I hang it back in the garment bag and throw on a pair of shorts and a tank top.
Just as I’m about to call for room service, there’s a knock on my bedroom door. I groan, hoping it’s not Claudia again andshe’s just walked into the suite without permission. When I open it, I find Derek standing there, a mischievous grin on his face.
“Hey, I was thinking we should make the most of this suite,” he says. “How about a little celebration of our own?”
I raise an eyebrow. “What kind of celebration?”
He holds up a bottle of sparkling juice he’s somehow managed to procure. “A toast to freedom, to defying expectations, and to a weekend of living it up on Claudia’s dime.”
I laugh, feeling a warmth spread through me. “You’re on. Let’s make this the best damn free day ever.” We pop thechampagneand pour ourselves generous glasses. Settling onto the bed, the juice flowing and the TV blaring.
Chapter 11
DELILAH
The bright rays from the sun spill through the curtains as I blink my eyes open. I glance over at Derek, still sprawled out under the sheets, his tousled hair and half-open eyes giving him a sleepy, yet endearing look.
I spent all of yesterday, after drinking a whole bottle of sparkling juice, watching TV while binging on nachos and pork tacos. When I felt restless, I moved to the balcony, relaxed in a sun lounger, and read a smutty romance. Derek went to the pool and tried to find someone to flirt with and buy him drinks. He came back late last night and said there were two older hotties at the bar, but he couldn’t enter in his swimsuit and by the time he got changed and back down there, they were gone.
He ended up sleeping in bed with me. We fell asleep gossiping about all the older sugar daddies that probably stay at a place like this.
Glancing at my phone, I realize it's already noon. The day is slipping away, and I need to get moving. The impending rehearsal dinner looms over me, courtesy of Claudia'smeticulously planned itinerary. But first, there's the matter of the tiny human salsa dancing on my bladder.
I swing my legs off the bed and pad barefoot into the bathroom, the cool tiles sending a shiver up my spine. A sigh of relief escapes me as I pee and wash my hands. Feeling better, I head to the living room, where the room service menu beckons from the coffee table. My stomach growls in agreement as I peruse the options, settling on a hearty breakfast to fuel the day ahead.
An hour later, as I’m scrolling mindlessly on TikTok, there’s a knock on the door and I get up to answer it. A teenage boy pushes the breakfast cart into the room, parking it next to the couch. “Anything else I can do for you?”
“No. Thank you, though.” I hand him a twenty and follow him to the door, shutting and locking it behind him.
I rub my hands together like a greedy, eager little scoundrel about to destroy everything I ordered. Pulling the tops off the dishes to reveal my buffet of goodies, I start feasting on the Honeymoon eggs, which are pretty much fancy eggs Benedict, but it’s topped with fresh asparagus.
“Lord, D. Did you order everything they offer? Can I have some?” Derek asks, his voice still full of sleep.
I look at him and smile as he yawns.
“I got enough for the both of us. Sorry, I already ate the eggs Benedict, and I refuse to share the banana foster waffles,” I mumble around asparagus drenched in the hollandaise sauce.
“Are you eating asparagus with eggs and ham?” Derek cringes.
“It came with it. Must be a fancy hotel thing. I don’t know or care, because it’s freaking delicious.”
We banter playfully as I indulge in banana foster waffles and he eyes the asparagus with a mixture of amusement and horror.
When I’m stuffed with sweet breakfast goodness, I stand from the couch and head back to the bathroom. “I’m going to shower and start getting ready for tonight. I’ll be out ASAP so you can get in there and show me up.”
True to my word, I hurry through my shower, washing my hair and shaving every surface I can still reach. Turning the water off, I step out, wrap a towel around myself, and look in the mirror.
Damn!These tits were already solid C cups, but now they look like they’re pushing a DD. I’m still squeezing them in my regular bras if we have somewhere to be, otherwise, I’ve switched to the dark side and started wearing wireless bras.
Spraying some blow dry spray in my blonde locks, I blow dry and curl it, then coat my eyes in a thick layer of mascara. I exit the bathroom and head to my room to put my outfit on.
