Page 119 of Wild Thing
And as quick as the smile appeared, it disappeared when I read the message.
Hey. Ally is coming tonight… I don’t know why or how this has happened. I’m so sorry. I don’t want you to freak out. This doesn’t change anything okay? x
I felt like I was free-falling from a plane without a parachute.
Wtf?
An eternity passed as I watched the three dots dance across the screen.
Trust me, I'm pissed about it. I think Greg arranged to have her here, but I don't know yet.
Dyl, this changes nothing. We just have to get through tonight. You're still my girl.
My mouth was dry as I tried to formulate a cohesive thought. An oily feeling washed over me. I felt dizzy, light headed, like I might faint.
What was I supposed to say back to that? That it was okay?
It was anything but okay, it was fucked up.
Fucking Greg.
His final “fuck you’ to me, probably.
I knew I needed to stay away from Brax at the gala. The thought of seeing him with her was enough to tear my heart into two.
Thirty-Four
DYLAN
Smoothing my long, black backless silk dress down over my hips, I adjusted the panels covering my breasts, the fabric molding to my body like a shimmery, second skin. The dress had a plunging neckline and two high leg slits on either side.
I wondered if it was slightly inappropriate for a work function.
I ran my fingers through my shiny, jet black hair, shaking out the curls until they became black waves cascading down my back. The glam team had done a great job on my hair and makeup. The dark, smokey eyeshadow made my chestnut eyes pop, while my lips were painted cherry red.
Even though I looked good, I felt the total opposite.
I was nervous as fuck. The oily feeling in the pit of my stomach had only gotten worse.
I kept wondering what Brax and Ally were doing.
Had they kissed? Or worse, had they had sex?
They must have done something… it would be suspicious if Brax rejected her.
How far would he go to keep up the charade? To pretend everything was normal?
I swallowed the bile that kept creeping up my throat. I realized I might have been on the verge of an anxiety attack. My mind was relentless in broadcasting unwanted imagery of Brax and Ally fucking.
I couldn't stand it any longer.
Reaching for my phone, I called Taylor. She answered on the second ring.
“Hey, I’m just finishing getting ready. What’s up?”
“Can you talk real quick?”
“Yeah. Shoot.”
