Page 33 of Hat Trick
This, thisisgirlhood.
Once our hair and makeup are done we head to my closet to pick out a cute outfit.
She brought a couple different options with her from her closet. I would love if we could wear one another’s clothes, but the girl is maybe five foot two on a good day, and I tower over her, so most of my stuff would swallow her whole.
Not to mention, Gigi may have just had a kid, but you wouldn’t know unless Charlie’s with her. She is a MILF to say the least. I know moms go through all kinds of healing mentally and even some physical things you can’t see.
I keep a handful of business cards for one of the other suite owners in my building. She’s a pelvic floor therapist, and I hand them out to my clients who joke about peeing themselves. It’s always the, “It’s very common to pee yourself, but it’s not normal” spiel. Each one of them who has visited Gina down the hallwas so thankful. Hell, even I go to see her. Sports can fuck with your pelvic floor if you’re not careful, and I was not careful whatsoever.
Not to mention, a strong pelvic floor can help make good sex great, and like, who wouldn’t want that?
She pulls out some black barrel jeans that I know would look so cute on her, but then I spot the leather mini skirt she has tucked away, probably thinking I wouldn’t see it. “Nuh-uh. Put those down.” I point to the leather skirt. “That. Put it on. Ooo, pair it with that band tee,” I add pointing to the black Metallica shirt.
She huffs and puffs but eventually starts to put everything on. Heading into my closet, I find my obnoxiously hot-pink leather mini skirt and a black faded Oasis crop top.
There’s nothing more fun than matching with your bestie and going out to the bar. A bar that we’re going to be severely overdressed for, but who cares?
I walk out of my closet, and Gigi is already dressed in hers, turned away from me, and looking in my full length mirror. I can tell by the look on her face, she’s analyzing every bit of her appearance as if she’s not the one of hottest ladies in town. And that just won’t do. “Oh my god, that’s it. Yes! Yes! Yes!” I let out a whistle of appreciation. She turns around to face me, pink crawling up her cheeks.
“You don’t think it’s too much? This is the first time I’m going out after having Charlie. I think the sexiest thing I’ve put on since he was born was a pair of jean shorts.” I see her lip starting to quiver. I can only imagine how overwhelming this moment must feel.
“Ahh ahh, no crying. You’re a hot bitch. It’s not too much. You look amazing. We’re going out to have a good time, but if you hate it or get sad, you say the word and we’ll get the hell out of there. The boys will be just fine without me.” I smile at her, and she gives me one back, though it doesn’t reach her eyes. I want her to feel good and remember that she can still have fun even though she has a baby now.
That’s what best friends are for.
Two disgusting tequila shots later, we’re jumping in the back of Dominic’s truck to head to Jack’s.
“Give me bluetooth. I’m not listening to country music right now.” I’ll never admit it to Emerson, but I havereallybeen loving the older 2000’s country music, which tracks because it’s my favorite time period for everything.
Instead of wasting time setting my phone up, he hands me his unlocked phone and lets me scroll through his music app. I feel eyes staring into my skull, and I turn to look at a gaping Gigi. My brows immediately pull together. “What?”
She leans in and whispers loud enough for me to hear her over the T-Pain I currently have blaring through the car’s speakers. “He just gives you his unlocked phone?”
My brows pinch and I respond gently, “Whenthere’s nothing to hide, this is how it is, sweets.” I just want to hold her; she has been put through so much with guys, but instead, I smile and let it go.
I’ll eventually talk praise and worthiness into her.
She deserves the world, and I want to be here to witness her finding it.
Gigi slowly turns her head to face me. “Oh shit… you’ve got these two down bad for you.” We’re at a high-top table tucked along the wall while Dom and I are waiting our turn to get up there and sing our hearts out.
I give her a sheepish look that quickly turns into a devilish smirk when I see the look on her face. “I fear they’ve got me down bad, too, babe. We’re keeping it fun for now, but more often than not I’m fucking swooning over the two of them and everything they do for me.” Then I lean in closer to her barstool and whisper, “And dotome.” I nudge her shoulder, making her giggle.
“God, I’m so jealous.” She laughs. “Actually, I’m not. I’ve barred men from my life for the foreseeable future.”
I hate that she’s lost all hope in men, but honestly they don’t have much going for them usually anyways, and then throw in the shitty situation and the worst baby daddy in the world, and I’d be right there with heron the banning-men train too. “You’ll find your person, if you want to, of course. No oneneedsa partner if it’s something you don’t want, but in that same breath, you deserve to have someone who will worship the ground you walk on, Gigi.”
And right as those words come out of my mouth, the guys are back with the drinks, and the DJ is announcing our names to come up to the stage.
?1 “Our next duo is singing a song from the pop legend herself!It’s Britney, bitch.”
1 Gimme More-Britney Spears
CHAPTER 21
I’M ON YOUR TEAM NOW
EMERSON
