I’m having dinner with Deke tonight. And I can’t find a single thing to wear.
Every girl’s worst nightmare.
The problem is this isn’t a first date. I need something that screams love me. Take me back. I can’t live without you.
And I have nothing.
All but running out of my room, I enter Demi’s. She’s out with Seth tonight. I overheard her telling him earlier when she came home to get ready and she would meet him at seven thirty at Lake Travis. His parents have a cabin over there.
I rummage through her closet. She normally doesn’t dress like me. She prefers frumpy shirts and jeans with tennis shoes.
Not my style.
But that doesn’t stop my mother from buying her expensive dresses. My mother has high hopes for Demi. She sees her representing her lingerie line one day even though my sister gives zero shits about it. I think that’s why my mother pushes her. If Demi would just give in, then our mother would probably back off.
I come across a royal blue bandage dress. It wraps around the ribs, showing off a little midriff with a high skirt, connecting the two in the back. I hold it up to my body to measure the length. I’m taller than Demi and my boobs are bigger, but I can make it work. It would probably come to her knees so my upper thighs.
I remove my jeans and tank top right here in her closet and then step into it, thinking it would be easier to pull up than push down. After wiggling my hips and shaking my ass, I get it on. I run my hands down the form-fitting skirt and face the floor-length mirror in the corner of her room.
I smile at myself. It’s a little tighter than I’d like, but it will work for dinner. If I play my cards right, he’ll be taking it off me later. Just like old times. It reminds me of this one time when he took me on a date, but we had to keep it a secret ’cause I was with David.
Junior year
“What are we doing here?” I ask Deke as he pulls into his sister’s driveway.
He turns his Range Rover off. “Don’t panic. Shelby’s at work tonight.” Getting out, he comes around the SUV and opens my door for me.
“Thank you,” I say with a nod.
We enter the house, and I wait in the entryway for him to turn the lights on, but he doesn’t. Instead, he grabs my hand and leads me down the hallway. “Deke, what are we doing?” I ask again with a soft laugh, but he doesn’t answer.
Why did he bring me here? No one knows about us. Even if Shelby isn’t home, it’s too risky.
We turn the corner, entering the kitchen, and I gasp. A single red rose sits in a glass vase surrounded by four candles in the center of the round table. A white tablecloth covers it, and it’s set for two. He lets go of my hand and walks over to the table. He picks up the lighter and lights them, giving the room a soft glow.
He places the lighter in a drawer and looks over at me with a sly smile on his handsome face. “I hope you’re hungry.”
“Starving,” I lie. I had dinner earlier with David and his parents. I tried to get out of it, but he wouldn’t let it go. And his mom offered me a glass of wine, so I couldn’t turn that down. She’s a lush and doesn’t care if you’re legal age or not.
He walks over to me and places his hands on my hips. His blue eyes look darker in the dim light. Sexier. “You did all this for me?”
His answer comes in a smirk.
I lean forward and place a chaste kiss on his lips. I go to pull away, but he places his hands in my hair and devours my lips with his. When he pulls away, I open my heavy eyes. He runs his knuckles down my cheek. “I’d do anything for you, Becky. All you have to do is ask.”
I smile at that memory. Let’s hope he still feels that way.
DEKE
I park Austin’s Range Rover in Becky’s mother’s driveway. Her father had bought her a red BMW when she arrived in Collins last January, but she traded it in for an SUV like mine after we moved to Texas. She said it was a better choice and safer for Lilly. But where mine is black, Austin’s is white. I drove it tonight because I don’t want Demi spotting mine in the driveway when she arrives home. I wanna surprise her. And then Angelica won’t question why a guy’s car is here all night either. She knows Austin’s ride, and she’ll think for some strange reason Austin stayed here. Not me.
I knock on the front door, and Mrs. Holt’s housekeeper answers the door. “Hello, sir.” She nods her head in greeting.
“Ma’am. I’m here to pick up Becky.”
She smiles at me and gestures for me to enter. “She’s upstairs getting ready.”
“Thank you.” I make my way up the left staircase, knowing that Demi’s room is on the right. I come to a stop and lean up against the doorframe. Becky stands in her room, bent over looking at herself in her vanity mirror. She wears a dark blue dress that looks a little too small, but that’s nothing new. She’s always liked to show off every curve, not that she has many. Demi may be smaller than her sister, but Becky isn’t big by any means. She has no hips and no ass, but she does have long, sexy legs. I’ll give her that. I used to love having them wrapped around my hips. And her tits, they’re a good handful. I always wanted to fuck them, but Becky wasn’t into that sort of thing.
As I stand here looking her over, I can’t understand why I fell for her. What was it that made me believe every lie? Made me fall in love with her? Was it because she chose me over David? I wasn’t faithful to her, but she knew that. I didn’t lie to her. She was very aware that I slept with other girls and she couldn’t say shit to me about it. She fucked both David and me, and I fucked whoever I wanted. I mainly just did it to piss her off, though, and it worked.
Now I’m going to fuck her to piss her sister off. And I’m hoping that it works. When I find out that Demi is the one fucking us over, I will give her what she wants—me. A motherfucking shark. I’ll destroy her.
Becky smacks her lips together and straightens. She pulls her blond curls over her shoulder and turns to face me. She jumps back, letting out a squeal of surprise. “Deke. How long have you been standing there?”
Even her voice makes my skin crawl. “Long enough.”
She runs her hands down her dress nervously, and I give her a smile. I’m not gonna hurt you. Just gonna use you.
“I’m ready when you are.” She clears her throat and reaches for a clutch that sits on her dresser. Her eyes move to her bed for a brief second, but I don’t miss the longing in her eyes. There was a time when I would have already had her dress off and her lying on her back with my head between her legs.
Not tonight.
I’m in no rush to fuck you. I’m gonna take my time. I’ve got all night, after all.
She makes her way over to me, and I reach my hand out for her. We make our way down the stairs, and just as we reach the door, I hear a set of heels clapping on the tile floor behind us. “You kids have fun tonight.”
I turn around to see Angelica walking toward us. I remember her back when we were younger—back before the divorce—and she has always been a bitch. Angelica has her bleach blond hair up in a tight bun. She wears a skintight black skirt that reaches her bony knees and a white silk blouse tucked into the high waist with a black blazer. A string of pearls rests along her thin neck. She looks every bit of the powerhouse woman she is. A self-made billionaire. Becky looks identical to her. She has Becky’s height, but I’m pretty sure she weighs less than Demi. I don’t think the woman ever eats. The buzz going around town was she used to be addicted to diet pills back when we were in middle school. My mother chatted about it for months because she was jealous of Mrs. Holt. I think because she wasn’t afraid to go after what she wanted. She wanted to be skinny, and she was willing to do whatever it took to achieve that. My mother wouldn’t know commitment if it bit her in her silicone ass.