Book 1 in the twisted love series.
After her devastating breakup leaves her broke and jobless, Sienna Bardot is determined to do whatever it takes to find her standing and save herself from being a disgrace to her family so when an opportunity arise...
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It was five in the evening and I was back at Candice's apartment, sitting legs-crossed on her plush bed and crunching down on the spicy nacho Doritos I stole from her snack bar as I watched her mindlessly pluck outfit after outfit from her closet.
I'd texted her earlier today asking if I could borrow an outfit because after rampaging through my closet for about an hour, I realized all of my dresses looked too classy for chicken and beer.
Reece was a nice guy and all but I didn't want to send the wrong message by overdressing.
"What about this one?" Candice asked, cutting my inner musing.
She was standing in the doorway of her narrow walk-in closet, managing to look sexy in those faded mom jeans as she held up a red ruched sheer mini dress that looked like it was made out of a transparent nylon bag. "I've got the slips somewhere in here so you don't have to worry about your tits popping out." She added, wiggling the piece of straps.
I made a face. "I'm more worried about the reason why you purchased a dress like this."
She pursed her lip. "Honey, I work a six hundred dollar a month job and live in a three K apartment. The bills ain't gon' take care of itself you know."
I shot her a dirty look. "You know what, forget I asked. I can't wear that, I'm not trying to seduce him."
She shrugged. "Why not?"
"Well, let's start with the fact that I'm supposed to be married." I retorted, flaunting my golden band for her to see.
She dramatically rolled her eyes at me. "You should probably take that off before you go on the date."
"It's not a date." I corrected. "It's chicken and beer."
"Right, chicken and beer." She quipped, narrowing her eyes. "I also thought Raven and I were just gonna go out and grab some burgers and coke but know where we ended? Inside her dad's pickup truck scissoring the fuck out of each other."
My mouth fell open. Okay, I did not need to know that. "It's not going to be like that for us."
"Don't be a prude babe, we both know after chicken and beer, that hot Thor replica is going to want your yum yum chicken." Her eyes lowered to my thighs and the implication of her words made me clench them together.
Having sex with Reece didn't seem like a bad idea. I liked him. He was like a book boyfriend-he had the build of a hard worker, he was charismatic and beautiful and he had those little freckles scattered across the bridge of his pointed nose that just looked out of this world-but I just couldn't indulge because I was with Tristan.
I already took a huge risk by agreeing to hang out with him without his knee. If he ever found out, it would throw me into the hot waters.
Or maybe he just wouldn't care as long as I didn't tarnish his name. My husband didn't care about me. He didn't worry about me.
