𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐉𝐉 | 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

06. trophy wife.

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trophy wife.

Otto lied in the hammock with Kie sitting beside her, and Maria sitting on the other side of Kie. Laying back she was wearing JJ's sunglasses.

She kept mumbling complaints and cursing the sun, something about wanting external darkness and to fuck all the consequences. JJ, who was sitting in a chair beside the hammock heard them, he didn't even bother to stand up, he just chucked the stolen frames onto her lap.

She didn't complain.

She and JJ were also sharing a blunt, the third of the day the duo went through.

To be fair, they had spaced them out over a good few hours so neither of them stumbling all over the place.

The golden afternoon sun bathed the group.

Soft snores could be heard from Maria, her and Kie's relationship was good - at the moment - and Otto began properly getting to know her. They got along really well.

She got along with the entire group, although Pope and Belly were a little obsessed with one another, meaning they didn't spend as much time with the group as Kie and Maria did.

Otto probably didn't spend enough time with her boyfriend, if she was being honest with herself, which she wasn't, she wasn't that into him. She truly only agreed because she liked him enough that she didn't mind spending time with him, but not enough to spend a lot of time with him.

And now she felt bad for him, she knew how much it hurt to be cheated on and how that can affect future relationships.

But she always showed up to whatever he called her for, whether that be a barbecue at the Harrington manor were women and men were separated. A concept that made Otto want to drown herself in the Olympic sized swimming pool or something else just as ghastly. Wes only brought her along to show her off, like she was a object and not a person.

She was a trophy wife without all the benefits.

Wes liked her way more than she liked him, that was painfully obvious, it was one of the reasons she stayed with him. It was a dumb and counter-productive reason, but she truly felt bad for him.

A few times they were together she could've sworn he was going to tell her he loved her.

She assumed the terrified look on her face scared him off.

Kie was rocking the hammock back and forth with her feet which slowly but surely coaxed Otto into sleep. Once asleep JJ stared at her for a little too long, the last time she looked this peaceful was the night they met. Normally she looked tense, her jaw tight and eyebrows always ever so slightly pinched together

She dreamed, likely due to the THC in her system working its magic.

She dreamt of a holiday, the dream was rather nonsensical, the holiday was being held on the moon. But what was more important was who was there. Everyone surrounded a circular dinner table; like the ones used at important conferences that makes everyone feel equal. Otto was obviously in attendance, as was Dolly Parton, who sat to her right, then to her right was David Attenborough, then Greta Thumberg, then Pedro Pascal and finally, sitting to Otto's left was JJ Maybank.

She had no clue what the table could talk about that she and JJ could every join in on.

But it was a dream, that didn't matter.

Her dream was cut short when someone flicked her forehead, Otto shot up, her hand flying to her forehead.

"What the fuck was that for?" She asked looking at Kie who looked a little too pleased with herself.