Unleash Me, Vol. 2 (Unleash Me, Annihilate Me Series) (24 page)


He

s what?
 
When?


Just the other day.

Blackwell looked offended.
 

Why haven

t
you told me?


Because I haven

t seen you.
 
I

m seeing you now, and I

m
telling you now.
 
This isn

t
exactly a conspiracy.


Are you going to do it?


I might.


So, you

re a tramp.


Oh, dear,

Bernie
said.


A what?


A tramp.


After being exclusive for months with one man

and
given how much I love him and how much I am committed to him

it
hardly makes me a tramp if I choose to live with him.


In whose generation?


Probably not yours.
 
But in my generation?
 
It

s
not a big deal.


Then turn to your best friend here and behold her fine
behavior.
 
Jennifer has held
out.
 
She

s
doing the right thing and waiting for marriage until living with Alex.


Ummmm, yeah,

Jennifer
said.
 

That
might have changed.

Blackwell turned to her.
 

What are you talking about?


If Lisa decides to move in with Tank, then I

m
finally going to give in and move in with Alex as well because the idea of
living alone isn

t at all appealing to me.
 
Besides, Alex has been asking almost
weekly at this point for me to move in with him.
 
He

s relentless.
 
I can

t ignore him
forever.
 
But it goes deeper than
that.
 
After our experience on the
island and then in Singapore, I know that I wouldn

t
mind living with him.


I think I

ve lost my mind,

Blackwell said.
 

Imagine, Bernie.
 
Moving in together so soon.
 
What

s happened to the
world?
 
Don

t
answer

I

ll tell you.
 
It

s
gone to hell.
 
Where are my
daughters?
 
I need to talk to them
now.


Maybe you do,

I
said.
 

And
if they

re honest with you, ask them what they

d
do in our situations.
 
They love
Tank.
 
They love Alex.
 
They

ve seen all of us
together.
 
I think we both know what
they

d
do.


Don

t you dare bring my daughters into
this.


I believe
you
did that.

 
I looked at Bernie.
 

Anyway, enough of that.
 
I haven

t even made up my mind
about any of it yet.
 
So, let

s
just settle down and focus on the task at hand, which is bringing my tired old
face back to the living.
 
Bernie,
please, I beg you

have at me.

 
 

*
 
*
 
*

 
 

And he did. When he was finished, he stepped away from me
with his arms held out at his sides.
 
He studied my face and hair for a moment before saying,

Voila.


Voila, indeed,

I
said, looking at my reflection in the mirror.
 
I didn

t look at all like I had
an hour ago.
 
My skin was bright and
flawless, and he

d done my hair in a tight, elegant chignon.
 
For drama, he went in for the kill with
the bold red he

d applied to my lips, and also with the makeup he

d
applied to my eyes, which now shimmered with darkness and light.
 
It was an edgy look that made me feel
like a different person.
 

I
don

t
know how you do it, but I

m glad that you can do it.
 
I sure as hell couldn

t.
 
You

re so gifted, Bernie.
 
And I

m so lucky to have you
in my life.


You

re a beautiful girl, Lisa.


With your help, I can pass as one.
 
And Barbara

s
help, of course

even if she does think that I

m a tramp.

She came up behind me, put her hands on my shoulders, gave
them a squeeze, and cocked her head to the side while she studied my hair and
face.
 
Then her gaze met mine.
 

Whatever you decide, you know I wish
nothing but the best for you and Tank.


What about Alex and me?

Jennifer asked.


I

m still processing that.


So, I

m dying to see it,

I said to
Blackwell.
 

What
do you have planned for me to wear tonight?


Something ethereal.


If she gets ethereal, I get supernatural,

Jennifer said.


Just wait until you see what I have in store for you,
Jennifer.
 
But since Lisa is the
first to dress, let

s see what she thinks.

She turned to the rack behind her and pulled out a
gorgeous, light blue silk gown with a deep V-neck and a massive skirt peppered
with crystal-embellished pleats.

 

Prada
,

she said.
 

Because I know how much you live for
Prada.
 
It

s
from their f
all
c
outure collection
.
 
Look at how the crystals are embedded
along the pleats and how the dress moves in the air.
 
It

s practically weightless.
 
It

s daring and it makes a statement,
and I know that you can pull it off, especially with your coloring.
 
What do you think?


I love it.
 
But
will it reveal too much?
 
By the
looks of it, my breasts barely will be covered.


What breasts?


When will you stop insulting me?
 
I do have them.


If you insist.


I told you that Tank can motorboat me.


Oh no you didn

t,

Jennifer said.


Oh yes I did

and he can.
 
And he does.


Enough!

Blackwell
said.


Well, it

s true.


I told you once that those were words I never wanted to
hear again.


That

s just because no one has ever
motorboated you.


You girls are going to be the end of me.
 
All right

stand
up.
 
Let

s
see how it fits.
 
I have a tailor
waiting outside should it need to be altered.
 
Try it on.

I

d changed clothes so many times in front of them that I
gave it no thought.
 
When I slipped
into the dress, it was clear that she

d nailed it once again.
 


Oh,

I
said, as I turned in front of the full-length mirror to my right.
 

It

s exquisite.
 
You

re right

look
at the beading and how it catches the light.
 
And how the dress flows when I
move.
 
It

s
lovely, Barbara.
 
It

s
my favorite yet.
 
Thank you so
much.
 
What do you two think?


Brava,

Bernie
said.


You

re a princess,

Jennifer said.


I

m undecided,

Blackwell
said.
 

So,
turn for me.
 
That

s
right.
 
Keep turning.
 
Slowly.
 
Perfect fit.
 
Turn.
 
Yes.
 
The plunge is just right, but because we
don

t
want one of your non-existent boobs to pop out, we

ll
adhere the material to you just in case you lose the lottery and
that
somehow happens.
 
And look at the
length.
 
Almost too long, but you
haven

t
tried on your shoes.

 
She reached around to the table
beside her, and offered me a pair of Prada slingback heels that were the exact
color of the dress.
 
In fact, it
appeared as if they had been made for the dress.

I put them on, and then the look was complete.
 
The length of the dress was
perfect.
 
The hair and makeup were
sublime.
 
Despite what I was going
into, and all of the weight that was attached to it, I felt happy at that
moment.
 
And confident.
 
I rarely felt that I looked pretty

but
I did now.
 
Just feeling that way
was as rare as it was special.
 

It

s
gorgeous,

I
said.

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