Tasting my Best Friends

Yes, it had happened again: Chloe and Elliot had reconciled and were back together. God, when am I going to learn that no matter what she does, he will always forgive her?I knew Chloe was cheating since I saw her with my own eyes.She was on a date with another guy at the restaurant where I work; at first, I thought he was just one of the people she worked with; yes, Chloe was a bikini model; however, when they kissed and I watched their every move, and they were so nasty as she gave him her panties from under the desk, I called Elliot.No, it wasn't wrong of me; he was my friend, and I didn't want him duped; although, I might have wished for a chance myself.Elliot arrived and quickly figured out everything because I didn't have to tell him; he appeared to have known the guy all along as he joined them; they got into a brawl that almost cost me my job when Chloe knocked down the most costly dinner from my hands when I tried to stop them.Elliot wanted to drink, so I took him to the

I'm not sure how long I've been in the car, but it must have been hours because someone was tapping on the car window.I couldn't see clearly at first, but after wiping my eyes, I identified the person: Sandra.I rolled down the window, and she didn't say anything; she simply opened the door from the inside and invited me to come down."Sandra-""I'm not hearing any excuses now, you're going to come down or I'm coming in and we are driving to a club.”"Promise?" Well, alcohol didn't seem like a horrible idea right now."Bitch, move!" She shouted as she climbed in, I promptly switched to the passenger seat. "Here, there's powder there, fix your cheeks," she tossed her purse into my hands, and I grasped it before fixing my cheeks, which were red from all the sobbing."What about Edward?""I will send him a text, besides I was invited to my cousins club, you know only VIP there, talk of fucking with top billionaires.”"Sandra, please not tonight.""Trust me the best way to forget a man i

"Just a little higher, nerd, then you can reward yourself with a well-deserved masturbation," he stated, still holding his hand up.Okay, you know what? I didn't have the time, and I was ashamed that he found my vibrator.Any single female with normal hormones can understand how important a vibrator was."I get it, you want to use it, don't you?" I teased, giving up."What?" He sounded a little dumbfounded."The vibrator." I chuckled. "That's why you searched for it, right?”"First of all, it was under your pillow. Anyone could've found it. Which, I have to say, is not healthy. You should keep it in a safe place after each use.""You're disgusting." I stared at him. "How did you know I didn't clean it?" I have no idea where that courage came from; I'm typically shy in such instances.He licked the sides of his mouth. I didn't notice until he started sniffing the nasty vibrator."I can smell you. I must admit, you taste better than you look.""Okay… is that supposed to be a compliment?

I didn't seem to have a choice either. I had to choose between taking this job, dealing with it, or begging Mrs. Perez, which was at the bottom of my list.Despite their kindness, they still communicated with Helena, my stepmother, who I knew resented me. Probably informed everyone that I was ungrateful. Maybe I was, but I wasn't about to beg for her favor.I got caught in my thoughts when the woman next to me stated, "We're here." We had arrived at the mall.We got out of the car, and I could tell the store employees recognized her based on their reactions. We were treated like VIPs.The shopping experience was a blur—neutral skirts, crisp blouses, and slacks that hugged me just enough to look professional but not seductive.It felt as if I was being dressed as a new character. One that I didn't quite understand.After that, we visited the salon. The hair coloring came first. Watching my blonde vanish made my throat clench. Then came the tan. She claimed Gia desired her staff to be c

I remember looking for my clothing in the morning and being told they were at a cleaning service. But him bringing them here?"Ms. Sanders, this way.""How do you even—never mind," I said, following the man I found at the door. I figured he was the assistant. Of course, he knew my name. If they found my address, my name must have been the first thing they looked for.We got to a black Jeep, and he opened the door for me to get in. Now, given how powerful this man appeared, I imagined he rode about in a limo or something. But this Jeep? It seemed even more frightening.I took one more look at the assistant before hopping in—and nearly jumped back out when I saw him."And why did it take you over…" He looked at his watch. "Five minutes to get here?" His voice, calm but commanding, made me immediately look down. I wasn't sure if I was shy or intimidated by his presence."I… I had to get dressed?" I responded, sounding more hesitant than I meant to."You work for me. The next time it take