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Chapter Eighteen

J O R D A N

โ€œWell, ordering a wedding dress usually takes monthsโ€”โ€

โ€œIโ€™m sure we can figure something out,โ€ Ashley interrupted the bridal consultant, smiling at the older lady.

I watched the scene unfold, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed.

โ€œIโ€™m just not sureโ€”โ€

โ€œCan we have a moment?โ€ Mrs. Abbot asked, cutting the woman off, gesturing towards the hall.

It was clear that the consultantโ€™s patience was wearing thin, but she nodded and walked off with Ashleyโ€™s mother.

โ€œWhy do you insist on getting married in December?โ€ Bailey asked, plopping down on one of the plush couches and placing her bag between her legs.

โ€œBecause, Christmas!โ€ Ashley exclaimed.

Bailey and Ash continued to debate the rushed wedding, as I focused my attention on someone else. It had been a week since I had seen Charlie, mostly because I was avoiding him. We hadnโ€™t properly talked about the weird energy between us, instead, we went straight to fucking.

Having sex instead of figuring shit out. Nothing wrong with that, right?

My thumb hovered over the unread message from Charlie, asking me what I was doing this weekend.

Sure, Iโ€™ve been missing the sex like crazy, and to be honest, him teasing me as well.

Maybe I started to developโ€”

โ€œJordan?โ€ Ashley appeared in front of me. I quickly locked my phone, almost dropping it out of my hands. โ€œAre you ok?โ€

โ€œYes! Yes,โ€ I said a little too fast, but apart from raising a brow, she didnโ€™t react.

โ€œLetโ€™s go.โ€ She beckoned me to follow her, leading us to another fancy couch, a bottle of champagne sitting on the little side table.

I went straight for the alcohol, sitting down as close to the bottle as I could, and started to open it.

All the women stared at me and I shrugged. โ€œWhat? Is this just for show?โ€

โ€œNo, please, help yourself,โ€ the consultant said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

I still couldnโ€™t remember her name.

โ€œWell, Ashley,โ€ she continued, โ€œPlease follow me to the dressing rooms.โ€

Ashley squealed excitedly and I joined her as I finally got the bottle open. Ignoring Mrs. Abbotโ€™s judgmental gaze, I poured all of us a glass.

By the time I was on my second glass of bubbly, Ashley reappeared with the bridal consultant, walking up to us with her head held high and holding up the front of a beautiful white dress.

Bailey and I gasped as we took in the glittery, lacy, tight, mermaid style dress showing off Ashleyโ€™s curves.

โ€œSo, how do you feel?โ€ The bridal consultant asked her, finally, with somewhat of a smile on her face.

I was starting to think she wasnโ€™t capable of showing any sign of joy in general.

Cora! That was her name.

โ€œI donโ€™t know,โ€ Ashley answered, cocking her head to the side as she looked in the mirror.

We got a better look at the dress when she turned, her eyes going from her mother, to Bailey, to me, waiting for us to say something.

Ashley could pull off anything, so it was hard for me to determine what didnโ€™t look right about the dress, but I did know what she wanted.

โ€œI thought you didnโ€™t want sparkle?โ€ I questioned, and Ashley slowly nodded in agreement.

I ignored Mrs. Abbotโ€™s scoff, keeping my eyes on the blonde in front of me.

โ€œYouโ€™re right,โ€ Ashley said, turning to Cora.

She continued to show us two more dresses until Ashley walked up to us in a strapless, mermaid dress that was all lace, sporting a big smile as she stepped on the plateau in front of us.

I knew by the look on her face that this was her dress, and I was beyond happy for her that she had found it.

โ€œI can already tell by your expression, but how do you feel about this dress?โ€ the bridal consultant asked, placing the train of the dress neatly behind Ashley on the floor.

โ€œI love it.โ€ Ashley grinned, her eyes watering.

Both Bailey and I smiled brightly at her as she turned around, definitely looking ready for the walk down the aisle.

โ€œMom?โ€ Wiping her eyes carefully, she faced her mother.

Mrs. Abbot looked her daughter up and down, and I was ready to fight her before her frown turned to a smile.

โ€œYou look beautiful, Honey,โ€ she squealed, jumping from the couch in her six inch heels and hugging Ashley.

So she was capable of being nice.

โ€œIโ€™m so happy!โ€ Ashley shrieked.

After all of us had quieted down, Cora stepped in to talk about the price, something that made me choke on my freshly filled glass of bubbles.

The same thing happened when Ashley mentioned the bridal shower that I was supposed to organize, and I shared a look with Bailey, who clearly forgot about it too.


โ€œNo, Baby, please!โ€ I exclaimed, grabbing the wheel of my car tighter in my hands as the engine quit in the middle of the road.

I had just enough time to steer Benji to the side of the deserted street, and made sure to stop in a safe spot.

โ€œCouldnโ€™t you break down a little closer to home?โ€ I sighed before I stepped out of the car, walking around to check for anything out of the ordinary.

Yeah, professional mechanic over here.

Naturally, I couldnโ€™t find anything, and quickly sat back behind the wheel as it started to rain.

โ€œGreat,โ€ I mumbled, grabbing my phone, scrolling through my contacts.

The sound of the rain against the hood of my car was deafening, but also calming, the rhythmic noise providing me with some comfort as I tried to find the number I was looking for.

I was about to tap call when the screen went black. โ€œFuck, really?โ€

Banging my head back against the headrest of my seat, I closed my eyes.

Why did this fairly good day need to take such a bad turn?

Looking out the window, I watched a couple of cars drive by, my vision blurred by the rain. I usually love the rain, but only when I was at home and didnโ€™t need to go outsideโ€” not when I was stranded at the side of the road with a dead phone.

I shrieked when I heard a knock on the passenger door, gasping softly when I saw who it was.

โ€œCharlie,โ€ I breathed out as I opened my door for him to get in, his suit jacked half soaked, dripping all over my seat as he sat down.

โ€œHey, Baby.โ€ He smirked, closing the door behind him.

โ€œHow did you know it was me?โ€ I asked, studying his face.

He combed a hand through his wet hair, trying to adjust the blond mess that the weather created on his head. โ€œIโ€™d recognize this car anywhere.โ€

I smiled softly as I dropped my head, rubbing one hand over the wheel.

A comfortable silence settled between us, and I took the opportunity to clear the air. The weird feeling I got when I thought about Charlie was probably just because I missed the sex.

โ€œIโ€”โ€

โ€œBefore you say anything,โ€ he interrupted me. โ€œThereโ€™s something that has been bugging me for days.โ€œI nodded for him to continue, interested to see where he was going with this. โ€œI donโ€™t like to say that I was wrongโ€”or in the wrongโ€”but I shouldโ€™ve said something when my mother was...โ€ he trailed off.

โ€œBeing a bitch?โ€

Charlie rubbed the back of his neck, nodding softly.

โ€œI have a proposal,โ€ I said, folding my hands together in my lap.

Charlie turned slightly in his seat, waiting for me to continue.

โ€œWhat if we just forget about it? The weird stuff. Everything.โ€

He licked his lips, contemplating his answer.

โ€œJust sex,โ€ he stated, though it sounded more like a question, and I nodded. โ€œIโ€™m down. We have a list to complete, Baby.โ€ He wiggled his brows suggestively, and I felt myself getting turned on by the thought.

My breathing quickened as I felt the adrenaline course through me, my body heating up due to the look in Charlieโ€™s eyes alone.

It had only been a week, but boy, did I crave him right now. It was as if I was addicted to some type of drug, and only he could give me my fix.

Driven by lust, I startled Charlie by unbuttoning my pants and kicking my shoes off, taking off my panties after pushing my jeans down my legs.

โ€œWhat are youโ€”โ€ he asked, but I interrupted him by climbing over the center console, straddling his thighs.

โ€œCar sex is on the list, right?โ€ I mentioned breathlessly as I brought my lips to his neck, fumbling with his belt.

โ€œFuck, yeah,โ€ Charlie said, and I smiled against his skin.

His hands slid under my shirt, dipping into my bra and grabbing my breasts, making me moan as he rubbed his fingers over my nipples.

I continued to cover his neck in open mouth kisses, the warmth of his skin against my tongue, mixed with the rainwater heating me up even more.

โ€œOh, god,โ€ I breathed out, getting distracted by Charlie who had moved one hand to my bare ass, and the other to my pussy.

He was already rock hard, and his length jumped out of his briefs as I pushed them down.

Our quick breaths fogged up the windows, but we couldnโ€™t care less, the need to feel each other and to get our release gave us tunnel vision.

I let out a loud moan as I lowered myself onto Charlie, before crushing my lips onto his and rocking my hips back and forth.

โ€œYouโ€™re so fucking hot,โ€ he mumbled between kisses, before he pushed his tongue into my mouth and started to play with mine.

I hummed into his mouth as I quickened my pace, changing up my movements and riding him like there was no tomorrow.

Unable to focus, I disconnected our lips and threw my head back with closed eyes, the sound of my thighs slapping against Charlieโ€™s now overpowering that of the rain.

โ€œFuck.โ€ I felt Charlieโ€™s tongue against my neck, leaving a wet trail as he made his way down.

โ€œCome on, Baby,โ€ he said, placing his hands on my hips, guiding me harder and faster up and down his shaft.

โ€œYes!โ€ I gasped, feeling the pressure build, and I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as I came. My pussy clenched and I dug my fingers into Charlieโ€™s shoulders as I let out a high pitched moan, having trouble continuing my movements.

โ€œA little more.โ€ Charlie grunted, forcing my hips harder onto him, meeting my thrust with his until he filled me.

โ€œFuck,โ€ he breathed out, his fingers digging into my ass.

I rested my head against his chest, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. His hands moved up, pulling me closer against him, caressing my back as we sat there for a moment and tried to catch our breath.


An hour later, Charlie and I were eating pizza at his apartment, both changed into something comfortable.

We managed to call someone for my car, and after we filled out the paperwork, Charlie dragged me away from my baby, and gave me a ride back to his.

We had turned on the TV and were watching an action movie as we ate dinner on the couch, the both of us glued to the screen.

I threw my last crust back on the box just when commercials came on.

Perfect timing.

โ€œAre you going to leave the crust?โ€ Charlie asked as I stood up.

โ€œWhat? You can be a spoiled baby and I canโ€™t?โ€ I fired back, teasingly raising a brow.

โ€œDid you just call me a spoiled baby?โ€

The corners of his mouth curled up into a smirk, and I rolled my eyes.

โ€œWhatever.โ€ I took a step in the direction of the kitchen, but Charlie grabbed my wrist.

โ€œDid you just roll your eyes at me?โ€

I licked my lips before taking the bottom one between my teeth. โ€œAre you going to punish me now?โ€

He jumped off the couch and I squealed as I took off to the bedroom, Charlie following close behind.

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