Chapter Eleven
DICKMATIZED
Kenzie
Another week goes by,and the only contact I’ve had with Bentley has surprisingly been through email. He never responded to my text and, while I didn’t expect him to, I’m woman enough to admit I was disappointed he didn’t take the opening to banter with me.
Polite Bentley isn’t nearly as much fun as Fucking Bentley or Furious Bentley. He’s this dark cloud that I’m drawn to. Maybe it’s because before that night, I’d never been kicked out of someone’s house after screwing them. Or it could be because I’m glutton for punishment, but either way, I’ve decided that I’m not done with Bentley Abbott. Not by a long shot.
Though, tonight isn’t about him. It’s Friday and, for the first time in much too long, I’m going to have both of my girls with me. Just the three of us.
Between my promotion, the fundraiser, and their own busy schedules, it’s been hell pinning down a time we could hang out, but we finally managed to get our shit together.
I pull up to Piper’s house, which is actually just a small two-bedroom guest house at her mother’s. I tried to convince her to share a place with me, but the three of us decided nearly a decade ago that we weren’t meant to live together. Not after the twelve months of hell that almost cost us our friendships when we turned eighteen.
Piper was smart enough to remember that dark time in our lives and told me in the sweetest tone, “Not a chance in hell.”
Before I can get out to go knock on her door, she’s already walking my way. Her hair is curled and bouncy, and she’s wearing dark skinny jeans with black ankle boots and a dark-red scoop-neck tee.
I roll down the passenger’s window and whistle. “Looking good, woman!”
She blushes and pushes her glasses higher up on her nose. “I haven’t left the house in days. Working from home isn’t what I imagined it would be.”
“Why don’t you go back to the office if you don’t like being home right now?” I ask when she gets in and shuts the door.
Piper sighs. “I’m not even supposed to be in the state still. They gave my desk to the guy who replaced me.”
As much as I hate talking about Piper leaving, I know it’s important to her. “What’s the latest with the move?”
She buckles up, and I start driving while I wait for her to answer.
“I don’t know. I guess they got the permits figured out, but it might not be until December now.” She stares out the window, and I reach for her.
“Hey, everything is going to work out. I have my own office now. You could come work in my space,” I say.
She laughs, brushing back a few strands of hair. “We’d get nothing done. I think tonight will help get my head back into focus, though. We’ve all been so busy. I’m not used tonotseeing you and Ella at least a few times a week. I don’t like it.”
I frown. “Neither do I. Let’s make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
She looks over at me, a bright look in eyes. “You’re the one that’s good at threats. I’ll leave you in charge of that task.”
I mean, she’s not wrong. At least when it comes to my friends. I don’t waste threats on useless people. Like Bentley.
Shit. I don’t want to think about him while I’m supposed to be enjoying the time with my best girls.
“Whoa. What did the steering wheel do to you?” Piper asks.
My knuckles are nearly white from my frustrations. “Nothing. Like you said, it’s just been a stressful couple of weeks.”
Her head tilts back. “But not tonight. We’re going to get drunk and eat all the junk food and forget about all the things.”
I loosen my grip. “I’ll drink to that.”
We pull up to Ella’s, and I park in the driveway. Owen is supposed to be gone for the night. I don’t know where he went or why, and I don’t care. All I know is I get my girls without interruption.
Piper and I walk up to the door where Ella greets us with three bottles of wine in her arms. “Welcome ladies!”
Her grin is wide and has my own growing. I hug her before stealing a bottle. “I assume you’re sharing?”