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Chapter 5


I reached blindly for my phone, feeling around the bed.

Where the fuck is it?

I need to hit the snooze button in the next two seconds or my head is gonna explode.

“Fuck!” I yelled, reluctantly opening my eyes. Bright sunlight hit me square in the face.

Who opened the blinds? They were supposed to keep the light out while you were sleeping at night. Apparently, the sun sets in Anchorage in the summer, but it never really gets dark.

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand.


“No,” I groaned, burying my head under the pillow. “Just, no.”

I wasn’t an early riser. When I was living in Gastown, I worked eight to four. It was brutal. But I had no choice. I had to be home in the evening to watch Cleo while Hannah worked at the strip club. When we moved to Horseshoe Bay, Miles’s mother got me a job at a fancy salon. I worked one to nine. It was my dream job.

The alarm on my phone was still going off. I always kept it on the nightstand, or right beside my pillow. But it wasn’t in either of those places.

I sat up, my eyes scanning the room.“Sneaky bastard,” I muttered when I spotted it on the dresser.

Paddy must’ve put it there. He knew if it was on the nightstand, I’d turn it off and go back to sleep. My best friend knew me too well. I dragged my ass out of bed, a slew of profanities rolling off my tongue before I reached the dresser and silenced the alarm.

Where was Paddy anyway? The bathroom door was open. I poked my head inside, but he wasn’t in there. I wandered out to the living room area of our suite. No sign of my fake boyfriend anywhere.

The weirdo was probably up before six. Paddy and I were two very different people. We had nothing in common. But our friendship was solid. Paddy had been my rock since I was seven-years-old. If it wasn’t for the Wallingford-Yargey’s, my childhood would’ve been quite different. They took me in and treated me like a member of their family.

I felt guilty about all the fun stuff I got to do while Hannah and Cleo sat at home with our parents, eating TV dinners while they watched our tiny television. Trips to Disney World, cruises, fancy restaurants, movies, amusement parks, concerts. And Daisy loved to buy me clothes to wear to all those places. When Paddy grew up, he took over the spoiling from his mother.

Stop feeling guilty, girl. Hannah and Cleo are living in an oceanfront mansion now. They never have to worry about money again.

We’d been through a lot together. Paddy had leukemia when he was eleven. I practically lived at his house for a year while he underwent chemotherapy. I went to the hospital and sat with him for hours, and helped look after him at home.

We were there for each other through our turbulent teenage years. I started hanging out with the wrong crowd, and was arrested for shoplifting. Then I got caught with weed at school. Daisy and Silas paid for me to attend private school after that. I think that saved my life. My public high school was one of the worst in Vancouver.

Paddy was there for us when our parents passed away. My dad died of cancer, with my mom going a month later with a heart attack. Hannah says she died of a broken heart. Our parents were high school sweethearts.

My head snapped up when I heard the door knob turning. I realized too late I was half-naked, wearing nothing but my skimpy baby doll pajamas. Paddy stepped into the room with a tray of coffees. His eyes dropped to my chest, his Adam’s Apple bobbing like crazy before he cleared his throat and looked away.

What was all that about? I’d had those knockers since I was twelve. That’s how it went with Taylor girls. You went to bed one night with a flat chest, and woke up the next morning needing a bra. By the time I was fourteen, I was already into a C cup.

I’d never noticed Paddy ogling my tits before. That was partly why I was convinced he was gay. Most penis carrying creatures I encountered stared at my breasts. It didn’t bother me. I could hardly blame them. I liked to stare at them, too. And I saw them everyday.

“Could you put some clothes on, please?” he grumbled.

“I’m gonna hop in the shower.”

“I brought you a coffee.”

“I’ll heat it up in the microwave.”

I headed into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. A shiver rippled up my spine. Was that lust I saw in his eyes?

“I’m not allowed to chew gum,” Cleo stated defiantly.

“It’s to help keep your ears from popping,” Miles explained.


“It’s okay, Cleo,” Hannah said.


“Why doesn’t she like gum?” Lucy whispered to me from her seat across the aisle.

“One time, she got some stuck in her hair, and our mom had to cut it really short to get it out.”


“Can you tell us now where we’re going?” I asked.

“No,” Judd barked. “We’re not taking any chances.”

“Who am I gonna tell? My phone is in airplane mode.”

“You’ll find out when we get there,” Hannah said.

We were on a private plane, chartered to transport the wedding guests to the secret location.

I rolled my eyes when Silicone Princess’s annoying, high-pitched laugh ricocheted through the cabin. We still didn’t know her name. She and Osk sat across from us on the bus to the airport, and they made out for the entire fifteen-minute trip. I’m not talking about kissing and cuddling either. They were actually fondling each other!

“I gotta pee,” I whispered once we were in the air.

“You should’ve went at the airport, like I suggested,” Paddy said.

“You’re right, Mom,” I snorted.

I made my way to the front of the plane, but the bathroom was occupied.

Fucking great.

I leaned against the wall to wait my turn. “Here we go,” I muttered when I heard heels clicking down the aisle, the strong stench of nauseating perfume offending my senses.

“I guess I’m not the only one who drank too much coffee this morning,” Silicone Princess chuckled.


“Can we talk, Alexis?”


“I feel like we should clear the air.”

“Did you fart?”

“Excuse me?”

“You know? Break wind? Back door sneeze?”

She blinked rapidly, shaking her head before her overpainted, overbotoxed lips started flapping again. “Osk and I have an open relationship.”

“That’s nice.”

“He’s really disappointed that you ended things with him. I think you owe him an explanation.”

“I think it’s pretty obvious.”

“Not to him.”

“He asked you to be his date to my sister’s wedding!”

“Well, of course he did. I’m his girlfriend.”

“How long have you and Osk been seeing each other?”

“Six months.”

“Oh wow,” I said with a humourless laugh. “I hate to burst your bubble, but he was sleeping with me up until two months ago.”

“I know.”

“You know your boyfriend has been cheating on you?”

“It’s not cheating, Alexis,” she said. “We have an open relationship. That means we’re free to have sex with other people.”

“So you knew he was fucking me?”

“Of course.”

“That’s just weird.”

“Osk has a tremendous sexual appetite, honey. No woman could meet his needs on her own.”

“I’m not interested. I have a boyfriend now.”

“There’s no way he’s giving you what you need.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” I snapped.

“Yes, I do. Osk told me you’re wild and kinky. He said you’re the female version of him. Insatiable.”

The bathroom door opened. “I need help,” Cleo said, staring at the floor.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, the answer coming in the form of gross smelling shit. My sister had bowel issues.

“I wiped, but the poo won’t go away.”

“I’ll help you,” I said, gesturing for her to go back into the tiny bathroom.

“We can finish this later,” Silicone Princess said.

By the time I finished getting Cleo cleaned up and back to her seat, my bladder was bursting at the seams. The bathroom still reeked. I held my breath while I did my business and quickly washed my hands.

When I opened the door, Osk was standing outside.

“You might wanna wait a bit,” I suggested.

He grimaced when the stench hit him. “What the fuck did you eat?”

“It wasn’t me.” I tried to go around him, but he caught me by the arm. “What do you want, Osk?”

“We need to talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“Well, I got shit I wanna say to you.” He backed me into the bathroom, closing and locking the door.

“Let me out, Osk,” I hissed. “It stinks in here.”

He lifted me onto the counter, penetrating me with a lust-filled stare I knew all too well.

“No way,” I said, pushing on his chest when he nudged my thighs apart.

“C’mon, baby,” he whispered, pushing my skirt up to my waist. “I know why you wore a skirt today.”

“It’s over between us, Osk.”

“Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want my cock inside you,” he growled.

“I’m with Paddy now. And I’m not a cheater.”

“There’s no way the mortician dude is giving you what you need,” he whispered, running his finger over the outside of my panties. “You’re wet for me, Sexy Lexy.”

“I am not. It’s pee dribble.”

“You’re telling me your panties are wet cause you didn’t wipe properly?”


He chuckled. “You’re full of shit, baby.”

“No, I’m not. Obviously. This bathroom stinks for a reason.”

He brought his finger up to his nose, inhaling deeply. “That’s not piss.”

I didn’t know why I was wet. Osk just had that effect on me. I was under his spell. He had his hand between my legs, and I wasn’t doing anything to stop him.

“That’s pussy juice, baby,” he whispered. He moved my thong aside, pushing two fingers inside me. “Tell me to stop, baby. Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me to fuck your brains out right now on this counter.”

“Lex, are you almost done?” Hannah called from the other side of the door. “Cleo has to use the bathroom again.”

“I’ll be right out!”

“We’ll finish this later,” Osk whispered, helping me down from the counter. “Come to my cabin tonight after the mortician falls asleep.”

“Really, Lex?” Hannah sighed when Osk opened the door.

“We were just talking.”

“I’ll be right outside if you need help,” she said, directing Cleo into the bathroom.

“What did she eat?” I asked.

“Don’t change the subject, Alexis.”

“You’re not my mother, Hannah.”

“Go back to your seat,” she muttered. “I don’t need your shit today.”

“I didn’t do anything. He cornered me.”


I stormed back to my seat, practically falling into Paddy’s lap when I wiggled past him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.


I turned to stare out the window, disgusted with the tears flooding my eyes. I didn’t do anything wrong. Yeah, maybe I didn’t put up any resistance when Osk fingered me. But I had needs. I was horny. I hadn’t had any cock in two months. And why did Hannah always feel the need to judge me about my life? She used to be a stripper.

“Are you crying?” Paddy whispered.

“I don’t cry.”

“You do so.” He rubbed my bare arm, his long fingers caressing me softly. “Look at me, Alexis.”

I turned my head, gazing into the kind eyes of my best friend. The one person who always had my back, no matter what stupid thing I did. He never judged me. Paddy accepted me the way I was.

“I don’t deserve you, Paddy.”

He leaned forward, his lips brushing over mine with a soft kiss that flooded every inch of my body with warmth.

“What was that for?” I whispered. “Osk can’t see us.”

“That wasn’t for his benefit,” he murmured. “It was just for us.”

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