is it with people stalking me?”
She laughed and shook her head. “Ava, you’re married to
London’s most notorious. Expect it.”
“I do, that’s the problem. But now I’m not sure if it
frightens me more than ever.”
She turned and smiled at me. “We’ll find whoever it is.”
“It’s not that,” I sighed. “It scares me because now it
just seems normal to me. It doesn’t frighten me any longer, and that in itself
scares the fucking shit out of me.”
***
My worst nightmare greeted me as I walked into the huge room.
Masses of my friends swooped in at once, fiddling with my wig, prodding my fake
breasts and commenting on how good I looked. Fucking hypocrites.
Courtney rolled her eyes and thrust a large glass of
vodka and cranberry in my hand. “Drink it!” she snarled as she nudged people
aside to grant me a breather.
“Fucking hell,” I scoffed after downing my drink and
people got quickly bored with me. “Anyone would think I’d been cloned?”
She spat out her drink and held her throat, “Shit, I
bloody hope not.”
I narrowed my eyes on her before she pulled me over to
one of the main tables. The room had been set out rather like a wedding, each
white individual table adorned with petals and numerous layers of cutlery,
humungous vases of flowers decorated the centre of each as numerous bottles of
champagne sat in silver buckets of ice. “Good God,” I whispered to Courtney.
“It’s a bit OTT.”
She nodded, “It is a little, never thought Layla would be
into this.”
We both found our seats, me squashing between her and
Greg, Sam and Marcy with Liv and Nate opposite me. “What’s going on?” I asked
Liv as we all peered at the table.
“I’ve no idea, I was about to ask you.” She answered casually.
“It’s a bit much for an anniversary.”
I nodded, confirming her thoughts as all our group switched
around until the men were on one side and the women on the other.
“Much better,” Marcy smiled as she tucked her chair under
the table beside me. “Can’t be doing with Sam’s drawl about how fucking hot the
Amish girl in Banshee is all bloody night.” She rolled her eyes and
huffed, “No tits, Ava, no bloody tits at all. What the hell is wrong with the
man?”
I laughed at her, god bless her openness and unfiltered
conversation as everyone at our table nudged her and tipped their heads in my
direction. I had missed them all and it wasn’t long before we were all quite
drunk and laughing loudly.
I noticed Steed watching me from across the room where he
sat at his table with a few people I didn’t know. I could see the desire in his
gaze, the need and want flashing through his eyes as his tongue rolled
frequently across his lips.
“Hungry?” I mouthed to him.
He smirked at me, “You have no idea.”
“Can I have your attention please,” Kade shouted as he
rapped his champagne glass with a fork.
I leant back in my seat and admired him. His lean body
was handsome in his tux, his black sleek hair complimented perfectly with his
choice of attire. It wasn’t until I ran my eyes back over him that I noticed
the small carnation in his jacket pocket. “Why does he have a flower in his
pocket?” I asked Courtney quietly as I leaned into her.
She shrugged then turned her attention back to him.
“Now as you know, we’ve all come here to celebrate Layla
and Lucas’s wedding anniversary.”
We all turned and cheered Lay and Lucas as he reached in
and kissed her passionately, but then he dropped back into his chair and
focussed on Kade again. I frowned at the strange formality, it was usual custom
for the hosts to actually say something now.
“However,” Kade continued. “We’ve all brought you here
for something else tonight.”
Everyone on my table turned to look at me. Each wore a
huge smile and I started to blush. God damn it, they were gonna celebrate my
survival.
Shit, fuck, damn.
“I’m gonna kill you” I hissed at Courtney as
She laughed and shook her head. “Ava, you’re married to
London’s most notorious. Expect it.”
“I do, that’s the problem. But now I’m not sure if it
frightens me more than ever.”
She turned and smiled at me. “We’ll find whoever it is.”
“It’s not that,” I sighed. “It scares me because now it
just seems normal to me. It doesn’t frighten me any longer, and that in itself
scares the fucking shit out of me.”
***
My worst nightmare greeted me as I walked into the huge room.
Masses of my friends swooped in at once, fiddling with my wig, prodding my fake
breasts and commenting on how good I looked. Fucking hypocrites.
Courtney rolled her eyes and thrust a large glass of
vodka and cranberry in my hand. “Drink it!” she snarled as she nudged people
aside to grant me a breather.
“Fucking hell,” I scoffed after downing my drink and
people got quickly bored with me. “Anyone would think I’d been cloned?”
She spat out her drink and held her throat, “Shit, I
bloody hope not.”
I narrowed my eyes on her before she pulled me over to
one of the main tables. The room had been set out rather like a wedding, each
white individual table adorned with petals and numerous layers of cutlery,
humungous vases of flowers decorated the centre of each as numerous bottles of
champagne sat in silver buckets of ice. “Good God,” I whispered to Courtney.
“It’s a bit OTT.”
She nodded, “It is a little, never thought Layla would be
into this.”
We both found our seats, me squashing between her and
Greg, Sam and Marcy with Liv and Nate opposite me. “What’s going on?” I asked
Liv as we all peered at the table.
“I’ve no idea, I was about to ask you.” She answered casually.
“It’s a bit much for an anniversary.”
I nodded, confirming her thoughts as all our group switched
around until the men were on one side and the women on the other.
“Much better,” Marcy smiled as she tucked her chair under
the table beside me. “Can’t be doing with Sam’s drawl about how fucking hot the
Amish girl in Banshee is all bloody night.” She rolled her eyes and
huffed, “No tits, Ava, no bloody tits at all. What the hell is wrong with the
man?”
I laughed at her, god bless her openness and unfiltered
conversation as everyone at our table nudged her and tipped their heads in my
direction. I had missed them all and it wasn’t long before we were all quite
drunk and laughing loudly.
I noticed Steed watching me from across the room where he
sat at his table with a few people I didn’t know. I could see the desire in his
gaze, the need and want flashing through his eyes as his tongue rolled
frequently across his lips.
“Hungry?” I mouthed to him.
He smirked at me, “You have no idea.”
“Can I have your attention please,” Kade shouted as he
rapped his champagne glass with a fork.
I leant back in my seat and admired him. His lean body
was handsome in his tux, his black sleek hair complimented perfectly with his
choice of attire. It wasn’t until I ran my eyes back over him that I noticed
the small carnation in his jacket pocket. “Why does he have a flower in his
pocket?” I asked Courtney quietly as I leaned into her.
She shrugged then turned her attention back to him.
“Now as you know, we’ve all come here to celebrate Layla
and Lucas’s wedding anniversary.”
We all turned and cheered Lay and Lucas as he reached in
and kissed her passionately, but then he dropped back into his chair and
focussed on Kade again. I frowned at the strange formality, it was usual custom
for the hosts to actually say something now.
“However,” Kade continued. “We’ve all brought you here
for something else tonight.”
Everyone on my table turned to look at me. Each wore a
huge smile and I started to blush. God damn it, they were gonna celebrate my
survival.
Shit, fuck, damn.
“I’m gonna kill you” I hissed at Courtney as
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