Page 14 of Sail Me to Ruin
CHAPTER SIX
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After a full dayin the sun, I’m ready to sleep like a baby when Jade rudely barges in the room.
“Absolutey not, bitch. Get up, now.” Her tone is borderline lethal.
I know she's not actually serious about making me go out with him.
“But whhhyyyyyy,” I whine, fully aware I sound like one of my kindergarteners.
“You agreed to dinner with him and you are a woman of your word. Get the fuck up.” The lack of room for debate lets me know that my options have been squashed, so I switch tactics.
“I have nothing to wear to a fancy dinner. I brought beach clothes and that’s it. I can’t go to a nice restaurant in that blue sundress. I won’t be comfortable.” I try the new tactic to see if that works better, because it’s also the truth.
My words sink in and her face lights up in a huge Cheshire grin.
After seeing that face, I know I am fucked.
Royally fucked.
I sigh, giving in to the fact that whatever is about to come out of her mouth will solidify the dinner plans further, so I sit up on the bed and slowly slide over to the side.
“So, Mr. Storm Hunter thought of everything apparently,” she states before rushing out of the room and returning with a black box wrapped with a blue velvet bow.
My eyes widen as she places the box on the bed next to me. She’s practically buzzing with excitement to see me open it up.
Without trying to hide the excitement I’m sure I am mirroring, I pull the bow open before taking the top off. Inside sits a gorgeous maroon-colored lace. Lifting it up, I find that it’s lingerie I’m lifting. The panties fall to the floor as I hold up the lace scraps that are supposed to be a bra.
My cheeks immediately heat in embarrassment and Jade lets out a whistle.
“DAMN BITCH. You’re getting fucked tonight.” She giggles, taking in the red on my cheeks and picks up the panties, handing over the lace with a small bow centered on the back.
I run my hands over the lace, admiring how soft they are against my fingers.
My eyes flit to the box to find the black at the bottom isn’t a part of the box. Placing the lingerie next to me, I lean over and pull out a gorgeous little black dress. The material is soft and stretchy in my hands with ruching all over. I eye the chunky straps and slight scooped neck, praying between the length and scoop neck that it won’t show everything.
“He really did think of it all…huh?” I mumble.
Jade giggles. “You can’t say the man doesn’t have good taste.”
Scoffing, I pull my phone off the dresser to check the time.
Six o’clock stares me in the face, reminding me that I’m on a time limit. However, the lack of missed calls and texts fuel me to wash away the lonely feeling I get when I have to face the fact that Dad is gone.
Seeing the shift in my mood, Jade doesn’t miss a beat. She crawls onto the bed from the other side and wraps her arms around me.
“It’s okay to be scared and to not want to go. If you honestly don't want to go, I won’t force you, but your dad would want you to try new things. He doesn’t want you scared of love.”
As if she read my mind, she addresses all my worries, soothing me in a way only a best friend can.
“But this isn’t love, Jade. This is a fling. A blip in a long timeline. He’s not forever, or sunset promises. He’s fleeting like the waves or the last bit of light left at dusk. They don’t ever stay. Just look at him. He doesn’t look like the kind to stay.”
Her eyes soften the moment she realizes what the hang up with him is. “Babe, it’s okay for someone to be a blip in your timeline and to mean something just for that moment. If all he does for you is good sex and shows you that you have worth and appeal, let him give you that. Not everyone we meet is supposed to be a forever piece. Some are moments, some are seasons, and the best we can do is roll with the tide and appreciate the time they do give us.”
I mull over her words before responding, and before I let the negatives drown out any positives.
“We have less than forty-five minutes to create a makeup look and hairstyle worthy of this dress. Are you up for a challenge?” I smile and lean into her, hugging her harder before standing up.
