Me: Hey, it’s Kalie.
Throwing my phone back into my bag, I set off to Vicky and Blake’s house. When I get there, I pull into the main gates and park my car outside their enormous house. Seriously, are they all rich? They must have their hands in all sorts of business. I’m making my way up to the door when Vicky swings it open, hair everywhere and mascara smudged over her face.
“You look like shit, Polly,” I say, walking into her house. We like to call each other Polly, not sure why. It probably started from a bottle of alcohol.
“My dress, it’s not going to be ready on time. I just know it.”
I pat her on the back.
“Give me the number and let me make some calls, I’m sure you’re just over-reacting.”
I walk into the kitchen and sit on one of the bar stools, when Alaina, Phoebe, and another girl with dyed red hair and dark green eyes walks in. We are her only bridesmaids, Vicky doesn’t have many friends. It has a lot to do with the fact that she can be hard to deal with but in the best way. I love her to bits.
“Abby this is Kalie. Kalie this is Abby.” Vicky points between us.
“Hi, nice to meet you.” I smile at her.
She narrows her eyes, without smiling back. “Wish I could say that the feeling was mutual,” she retorts with a snarky tone.
I raise my eyebrows. “Oookay then…” I respond awkwardly.
I don’t think too much about her hostility, I’ll ask Vicky about it later.
“So, bridal party tomorrow night,” I say with a smirk.
Alaina laughs. “Yeah, should be fun.”
Phoebe looks to me through brown eyes and brushes her long white-blonde hair back behind her shoulder. She looks so similar to her brother. “Yeah, if Ade doesn’t pull the caveman card on you for the one-hundredth time and drag your ass out of there.”
Coughing awkwardly, I look over at Alaina. I know her and Ade are close, so I don’t know if I’m comfortable talking about him in front of her. She must catch my look because she laughs.
“Oh, Kalie! No, you can say whatever you want about Ade. Just please, don’t mention his hoe-wrecker.”
I laugh and spit my drink out. “I’m sorry, what?”
She looks at me confused. “You know, it’s what he calls his cock!”
I laugh aloud this time, clutching my stomach. “Well, that’s interesting. You learn something new every day.” I continue, “But no, we have an agreement…I think. He said he doesn’t want me like that.”
“I would believe him,” Abby mumbles from beneath her glass.
I instantly know that whatever this girl’s problem is, it has a lot to do with Ade.
Vicky laughs, walking to the cupboard getting some glasses down and pouring us wine.
“Girl, you’re a fool if you think he doesn’t want you. I’ve never seen Ade Nixon chase pussy before.”
I look to Vicky with my mouth wide. “Vicky, he’s not chasing me.”
Alaina butts in, eating a handful of grapes. “No, she’s right, babe. Ade is a very dark man. Emotionally shut off from the world, therefore, he cares for no one. Aside from his brothers, there’s only one other girl he’s ever cared about.”
I didn’t actually stop to think whether he might have a partner or a wife or anything.
I swallow a lump that’s formed in my throat. “Do tell, I’m intrigued.”
She laughs. “It’s nothing like that. Ade is the epitome of unattainable. Women flock to his bed in hopes that they can finally tame the bad boy with no emotions. Hoping that maybe they are the one. Sadly, all they end up with is their heart in shambles along with their self-esteem. He’s a prick and he walks all over women. Uses and abuses then discards them.”
I drop my smile. “Even more reason to stay away from him, I guess.”
She grabs onto my hand. “Mmm, honey, I don’t think you have a choice. That’s also not why I just said all that. Does he treat you like that?”
I shake my head and she nods. “I rest my case.”
I tilt my head at her. “Who’s the girl? That he cares about?”
She takes a drink and drags her eyes across the table. “That would be Abby here.” Pointing to the red-haired bitch, smiling proudly at me. “She was raised with all of them. Although, I think her and Ade are a little deeper than her and the rest of the boys. They had a bond at a young age Zane said. Is that right?” she asks Abby.
Abby nods. “Yeah, you could say that.” She smirks at me.
I raise my eyebrows. “Right, okay. Anyway, for the hen’s party what are we thinking?”
Alaina stands, pouring another glass. “So, I was thinking, a stretch limo driving us around all night while we hit the town dressed as slutty as we can? You know, to support our ex-slutty friend on her final night of being single.”