Page 206 of Broken by my Bully
“Kai’s got fuck all to do with this,” I mutter as I take out the box and pull off the ribbon.
Melissa snaps her fingers at me. “Faster, woman, faster!”
“God, would you please calm down? It’s just a fucking?—“
Dogs in Riverside hear Melissa squeal when I lift a length of gorgeous blue fabric out of the tissue paper. I frown at the dress. Stunning as it is, it’s not the one I tried on.
Oh. Right.
That one had a huge wet stain on it the last I saw. Probably needs a day or two to get dry-cleaned.
Melissa grabs my shoulders and shakes me like I’m a vending machine that didn’t spit out her soda.
“Don’t just stand there! Move! We’ve still gotta do hair and makeup. Do you need to shower? Of course you need to shower. How else are you gonna fucking shave? Jesus,Ineed to shave.”
She snaps closed the lid, and shoves my bowl into my chest, pointing to her mouth. “Food in hole. Now. You’re gonna need the calories.”
I move mechanically, thoughts moving through my mind like sludge.
This dress probably costs a year of rent in my uncle’s shitty apartment. More than a year of groceries. More than my dad’s piece of junk car is worth.
Bastian didn’t just buy this dress. He boughteverything.
I’ll be wearing a small fortune tonight. Everyone will know I didn’t buy it.
That I’m just a good girl who takes what she’s given.
A good girl who does what she’s told.
A good girl who’s about to walk into a gala with two wolves while she’s dressed like a lamb.
Kai
This tux is annoying the shit out of me, and I’ve only been wearing it for like an hour. It’s not the fabric. That’s soft enough. But everything’s just too tight. The collar, the stupid cum-fucking-whatever-band around my waist, the cuffs, thegoddamncollar.
Like someone’s hands around my throat.
Not Haven’s. I mean, shame, she tried. Girl just doesn’t have it in her.
At least the food’s good. I’ve had seven mini burgers and already I’m eyeing a platinum-blonde sorority girl heading my way with another tray of appetizers.
She catches me looking at her and smiles as she veers my way.
“Hey, handsome,” she purrs, her black dress shimmering as she pops her from hips side to side. “Like what you see?”
“Depends.” I scan the tray. “You got any of those tiny little burgers?”
She laughs like she thinks I’m joking, and her expression turns sour when she realizes I’m not.
“Jerk,” she snaps, walking away with stiff legs that have nothing to do with her ten-inch heels.
Time to dust off that old rumor about my Cambridge girlfriend. Seems people around here have forgotten about her.
Old news is dead news.
Yeah, Kruger, don’t I know it.
Truth is, every girl but Haven looks wrong. They’re as sexy as inflatable sex dolls, and Haven…well, she’s more than just a set of holes.
