huge breath. “Now, let’s change topics and go for some retail therapy. It’s been too long since we shopped together. I was trying to settle in Orlando and you were trying to finish off your training so you could start with Stu.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice. I haven’t seen the inside of a mall for well over three months. I’m just afraid I will go overboard and buy everything in sight. If my closet was big enough, I just might.”
A little over an hour later, both girls were on their way . Sam was nowhere to be seen, so they assumed he was in his room, probably sleeping and finding other ways to torture her, Mayra thought to herself. They started by getting their hair and nails done before they took the mall by storm. Loaded with lots of packages they made their way back to their car and home. They found Sam flipping channels, already dressed for work.
He smirked when he saw them bringing in their shopping. “Did you leave anything for others?”
Typical man. “Shopping is what we women do. One day you will understand, and I sure hope you marry a shopaholic.”
The girls laughed when they saw him shiver. “Would surely serve you right,” Serenity added.
“Well, I guess I better be on my way before I am subjected to a modeling show. I’ll see you girls when you show up. Ben will let you in when you come.” And with that, Sam was out of the apartment before either of them could respond.
As Serenity threw herself on the sofa, she said to Moira, “I guess we really did torture him with our modeling shows over the years.” She giggled. “If I had known we could have prevented his escape and done some revenge on him for this morning.”
“Don’t worry about that. We will, later at the club tonight.”
“Oh! Girfriend, what do you have in mind?”
“Let’s get something to eat while I tell you,” Moira responded.
Moira cooked and delegated Serenity to cutting vegetables and making the salad. The only thing Serenity could cook well was breakfast, and she sometimes ate that for all three meals of the day. Moira wanted something substantial especially with the drinking they were planning on doing later that night, they both needed a full stomach. Falling sick wasn’t on the agenda. She made spaghetti and meatballs, and heated the garlic bread that she took from the freezer.
Chapter Eight
Conrad woke to a splitting headache the next morning. It took a moment before he remembered the events of the previous night. Dinner with Moira, followed by some amazing kisses after she had thrown some boyfriend into his face then he had met Lucas and drank himself to oblivion. He couldn’t even remember how he got home. Apparently Lucas had brought him back.
Next he heard his door opening and someone opening his blinds. “What the fuck!”
“That’s what happens when you allow a woman to mess up with your head. Here drink this,” the voice said to him and placed a tall glass into his hands. The contents were cold and Conrad didn’t even want to ask what was in it.
“That tasted like shit.”
“Well, you will be thanking me for that shit in a short while.”
Conrad finally opened his eyes and glanced at his friend Lucas who was grinning from ear to ear like a fool. “Care to share the joy?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Look outside. The weather seems to be cooperating so we should be on our way and it will be smooth sailing for us.”
Conrad glared at him. “You still want to go out?”
“Well yes, and you promised, so no backing out now. It’s just going to be the two of us. And since you were out last night you can finish the story about the beautiful Moira. After all she led you to drink and I had to clean up after you and drag your sorry ass home.”
“Are you saying I threw up?” Conrad asked surprised. That was so juvenile. “And please wipe that grin off your face. It’s sickening,” he added.
Lucas being Lucas, grinned even wider, if that were possible. “No my
“You don’t have to tell me twice. I haven’t seen the inside of a mall for well over three months. I’m just afraid I will go overboard and buy everything in sight. If my closet was big enough, I just might.”
A little over an hour later, both girls were on their way . Sam was nowhere to be seen, so they assumed he was in his room, probably sleeping and finding other ways to torture her, Mayra thought to herself. They started by getting their hair and nails done before they took the mall by storm. Loaded with lots of packages they made their way back to their car and home. They found Sam flipping channels, already dressed for work.
He smirked when he saw them bringing in their shopping. “Did you leave anything for others?”
Typical man. “Shopping is what we women do. One day you will understand, and I sure hope you marry a shopaholic.”
The girls laughed when they saw him shiver. “Would surely serve you right,” Serenity added.
“Well, I guess I better be on my way before I am subjected to a modeling show. I’ll see you girls when you show up. Ben will let you in when you come.” And with that, Sam was out of the apartment before either of them could respond.
As Serenity threw herself on the sofa, she said to Moira, “I guess we really did torture him with our modeling shows over the years.” She giggled. “If I had known we could have prevented his escape and done some revenge on him for this morning.”
“Don’t worry about that. We will, later at the club tonight.”
“Oh! Girfriend, what do you have in mind?”
“Let’s get something to eat while I tell you,” Moira responded.
Moira cooked and delegated Serenity to cutting vegetables and making the salad. The only thing Serenity could cook well was breakfast, and she sometimes ate that for all three meals of the day. Moira wanted something substantial especially with the drinking they were planning on doing later that night, they both needed a full stomach. Falling sick wasn’t on the agenda. She made spaghetti and meatballs, and heated the garlic bread that she took from the freezer.
Chapter Eight
Conrad woke to a splitting headache the next morning. It took a moment before he remembered the events of the previous night. Dinner with Moira, followed by some amazing kisses after she had thrown some boyfriend into his face then he had met Lucas and drank himself to oblivion. He couldn’t even remember how he got home. Apparently Lucas had brought him back.
Next he heard his door opening and someone opening his blinds. “What the fuck!”
“That’s what happens when you allow a woman to mess up with your head. Here drink this,” the voice said to him and placed a tall glass into his hands. The contents were cold and Conrad didn’t even want to ask what was in it.
“That tasted like shit.”
“Well, you will be thanking me for that shit in a short while.”
Conrad finally opened his eyes and glanced at his friend Lucas who was grinning from ear to ear like a fool. “Care to share the joy?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Look outside. The weather seems to be cooperating so we should be on our way and it will be smooth sailing for us.”
Conrad glared at him. “You still want to go out?”
“Well yes, and you promised, so no backing out now. It’s just going to be the two of us. And since you were out last night you can finish the story about the beautiful Moira. After all she led you to drink and I had to clean up after you and drag your sorry ass home.”
“Are you saying I threw up?” Conrad asked surprised. That was so juvenile. “And please wipe that grin off your face. It’s sickening,” he added.
Lucas being Lucas, grinned even wider, if that were possible. “No my
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