Chapter 96 Copy You
Daxton
I stared out the car’s window, into the busy streets. “What has he been up to since he returned?”
Josh’s gruff voice filled the car. “Frequenting church with his mum. Trying out new restaurants with her. He’s been hiking more recently with his dad. Nothing exactly suspicious since he returned,”
“Ashley Delavine,”
I tore my gaze from the window and the world that had surprisingly fascinated me with its trouble. “What about her?”
“Do you want me to look into her?” Josh’s black magenta eyes locked with mine through the rear-view mirror.
A deep rumble erupted from my chest. “Nope. She is irrelevant. After the reunion is over, we won’t have to meet again,”
I had barely finished my words when the door clicked, opening from the outside as Verena climbed in. Warmth bloomed in my chest and my heart did that somersaulting thing it always does whenever her sweet strawberry scent tickles my nostrils.
“Did I keep you waiting?” The door closed shut.
I was almost tempted to say that ‘she did’ because that was the truth. Her car had developed a fault and she had told me to pick her up at the salon, as she would be done in five minutes.
But Verena’s five minutes were never five. They transcended into long minutes and sometimes an hour.
“Kind of. But my favorite part is waiting for you,” I was almost aware of Josh’s lingering gaze on us, the flush of pink on Verena’s cheeks.
Her eyes brightened. “You’ve waited and you deserve a reward. I’ve a surprise for you—” Her fingers tightened around something and that was when I noticed the shawl sitting on her head.
Then she removed it, the shawl slipping over her head, resting on her shoulders. My mouth slowly parted as I took her in.
The auburn in her hair was gone, dark hair spilling over her shoulders in small waves. “Oh-no! What did you do to your hair? I loved the auburn,”
That exciting smile on her face slowly faltered, her face slowly contorting into a frown. “Seriously? Are you trying to insinuate that the color looks bad on me?”
I couldn’t help the chuckle that left my mouth as I shifted close to her and brushed the hair away from her face. “No, it looks good on you. I’m only shocked because I haven’t seen you in any other color,”
“Fair,”
The smile slowly returned to her face. “It is only temporary though. My outfit for your reunion is all black and I need my hair to fit,”
Images of her in a black dress clinging to her figure poured into my head, sending blood rushing straight into my groin.
My fingers itched to ruin her pretty hair—wrap them around my hand, guide her down to my dick already straining in my pants, and watch her choke on it.
Her breath hitched when she noticed the change in my own eyes. I didn’t think anymore, slammed on the divider, crushed my lips on hers with her fingers fidgeting for my zipper.
When her warm mouth covered my dick and took it all in, stars immediately spilled behind my eyes.
Verena
The inside of my cheeks hurts— in a good way though. The butterflies that had me soaked between my legs returned when memories of how I had swallowed every last drop of his cum flooded my brain.
I lingered outside the door to the restroom, frustrated because after doing my make-up, I had told him not to kiss me until his class’s reunion was over but when I saw the tilt of his head and the glow of mischief in his eyes, I suddenly regretted saying that.
He had kissed me for long minutes, ruining my lipstick.
I shook my head frustratedly, pushing the door into the restroom—only to freeze when I saw her there.
Ashley’s gaze clashed with mine through the mirror as she bent over the sink and stared at me for a long second before a smile stretched her lips. “You made it to the reunion. I almost thought you two wouldn’t come,”
I slowly released a breath, stepping into the restroom and I didn’t know what it was about her, but she still put me on edge. There was just something dark about her that I still hadn’t had my head wrapped around.
Or perhaps it was Daxton getting into my head with all the talks of how she was full of toxicity.
“You look drop-dead gorgeous,” I said, trying to make up for how rude I had acted towards her the first time we met, and maybe, it was because my heart bled with sympathy for her.
“Not like you,” Her eyes took me in, then she smiled and turned to the mirror, adjusting her hair clips.
She wore a simple vanilla cream silk dress, her hair packed into a ponytail. She smacked her lips and just when I was about to remove my lipstick from the purse, her voice stopped me.
“You‘re wearing Louboutins, Daxton must really spoil you a lot,”
I turned my head to her, discomfort tugging at the corner of my heart and before I could respond, she was already tugging at my earrings gently. “These teardrop earrings are made of diamonds, right?”
This was weird, yet I found myself nodding. “Yes,”
She sucked in a gasp, dropping her hand from my earrings. “They must cost a lot?”
“I think,”
Ashley sighed. “I wish I had access to this kind of luxury like you. I only got to taste it once and had it snatched away from me in the blink of an eye. Now, I’m stuck with motherhood, my sick daughter, and—”
I cut in. “How’s Simona?”
“She’s staying at her grandpa’s cabin. She’s doing well. My little girl is a fighter.”
I smiled, relieved that we were starting to move past the whole talk about luxury because there was this tone that dripped from her voice and it made me uncomfortable. “I learned that she had a joint birthday with Lisa. I’m sorry that I didn’t come with any gifts for her,”
She chuckled softly. “Yeah, Lisa was so kind to throw a party for her. Damn me, I can’t even afford a birthday cake for Simona,” her fingers trembled as she opened the faucet and rubbed her hand against the other aggressively.
“A friend had to help me with the flight tickets to Dallas. I don’t know what I would have done without Amy—” she flashed me a smile.
The air, the conversation and just being here with her made my unease turn into a full-blown discomfort.
I remained in the same spot, not knowing what to do or say so I just grabbed my purse, fished out some dollar bills and as she closed the faucet, I forced them into her hands.
She raised her brows and I quickly said. “For Simona. I didn’t prepare a gift so please give this to her,”
“Thank you. You’re such a sweet soul,”
I steadied my breathing, returning to fix the smudge of lipstick when I froze from the weight of Ashley’s burning gaze on my cheeks. She should’ve returned to the hall since she was done with what she came to do.
I had just opened my lipstick when she spoke.
“You had auburn hair the last time I saw you,” she remarked casually. “Did you change it because I intimidate you—or because you wanted to look like me?”
I whipped my head to her, confused. “Why would I want to copy you?”
“Maybe you feel threatened by me…” A slow smile stretched the corner of her lips as she crossed both arms over her chest.
I stared into her eyes as if I could read through her soul. The whole switch-up was weird. Was she mentally ill?
All of a sudden, she threw her head back and laughed. “I got you there. I was only joking around with you…” She snagged her purse off the sink and walked past me—still laughing.
I twisted my head, eyes following her until she stopped at the door. “Quick word of advice because I like you and you are nice to me. Date men around your age.”