WILD NIGHT GONE WRONG

GWENDOLY POV 

“You know what, Bryn? I'm booking a stripper for you tonight?”

He turned sharply "You want to book me a stripper? Don't you know what strippers do, Gwen?”

He asked.

“I know enough to know they only gonna lap-dance on you”

I rolled my eyes.

“Come on, Bryn. It'll be fun, and you clearly need a distraction.”

I watched his reaction.

For a moment, he looked thoughtful. Then he nodded.

“Yeah. You're right about that. I need a distraction. And what better way than a stripper?”

He grinned, his eyes suddenly bright.

I immediately started typing on my phone. 

“I need to change into something better before my distraction gets here.”

He headed toward his bedroom. 

I raised an eyebrow. “What about me?”

He stopped dead. Then slowly turned around. 

“What about you?”

“Don't you think I need to change too?”

His eyes swept over my baggy T-shirt and old black pants as if he were seeing me for the first time.

“Gwen...” He said my name carefully. “No guy strippers. Not in my place.”

He said frowning.

Why? Was he…jealous?.

Something warm and stupid fluttered in my chest.

“OK”

I smiled.

“Good. Now let me go change.”

***

An hour later, I was sitting across the room, sipping soda, and regretting every life choice that led me here.

God! This was humiliating to watch. 

The redhead I’d hired was in a black mesh bra and matching stockings, straddling Bryn’s lap while he dropped his head back and groaned. She rolled her hips slowly, then slid down between his knees and reached for his zipper.

I almost choked on my soda.

“Ok, that's enough for the night”

I said, voice sharp.

She looked over her shoulder and smirked.

“Relax, isn't this what you paid me for?”

Yeah. 

I'd almost forgotten that tiny detail.

I had paid for this ridiculous distraction idea.

Instead, I was sitting here torturing myself.

She smiled at Bryn who looked like he was high on something other than alcohol, then she proceeded to zipping his pants. 

Alright, I had enough of this shit. 

I stood up.“I said enough.”

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hands away.

She laughed. “What’s your problem? And why are you even still here?”

“Keeping an eye on people like you from taking advantage of my best friend”

Her eyes lit up with pure trouble. “Best friend… or do you just wish it was you on him right now?”

My face went hot. 

And Bryn looked uncomfortable.

“Don’t—”

“Come on,” she purred. “You’ve been staring like you want to fuck him yourself. Want a turn?”

She clicked her tongue.

Bryn finally spoke, voice rough. “Leave her alone.”

The stripper turned to him, still smiling. “She’s hot. Why haven’t you hit that yet?”

“She’s my best friend,” Bryn said. “Off-limits. Now get back to work.”

He put a hand on the back of her head and guided her down again while she smirked straight at me.

I turned and walked straight to the bathroom.

I couldn’t watch another second.

I splashed cold water on my face and stared at my reflection. 

Flushed. Embarrassed. Angry.

This whole plan had blown up in my face.

How dare she play with my feelings this way. She think I had loved Bryn for eight years because of some pity fuck?.

I scoffed, wiped my face, and walked back out.

The living room was empty.

The stripper was gone. Bryn was gone too.

I frowned.

“Bryn?”

No answer.

Then I noticed the front door was slightly open.

My heart did a little twist.

What the hell had happened while I was in the bathroom?

I dashed outside, and the cold night air hit my face.

The first thing I noticed was the empty curb.

My car was gone.

My eyes widened.

Did Bryn actually take that damn redhead in my car?

Anger flared hot inside me as I pulled out my phone and speed-dialed him.

He picked up on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Bryn. Did you actually take that stripper in my fucking car?”

I heard a girl laugh in the background.

“Is that your little best friend?” the stripper said. “God, just fuck her already. She looks like she needs it badly.”

I froze.

Bryn’s voice came through, kinda breathless. “Sorry, Gwen. I’ll have the car back before morning. Just crash at my place.”

“Hell no—”

Then I heard it.

Soft moans.

Bryn muttered, “Shit.”

The call was cut off.

I just stood there on the sidewalk with the phone still up to my ear.

For several seconds, I couldn't move.

Couldn't breathe. Couldn't even process what I'd just heard.

My best friend had taken the stripper—in my car.

And apparently, he was already making good use of my little distraction.

Tonight, I'd finally tried to make him see me as a woman.

Instead, I'd practically delivered another woman straight into his arms.

I felt like I was about to die.