3.1 | Complete Me ✔

Dominoes

Lockheart pulled up to an empty space and parked the car.

"We're here, ladies!" he announced.

"Let the spa day, courtesy of Saber, begin!" Zamora cheered. 

Everyone climbed out of the car and headed inside. Saber claimed their appointment and they were led to the first stop of their pampering.

"I already manscape, so do I have to do this?" Lockheart asked on the way to the waxing room. 

"Don't you want to be silk sisters with us?" Scarlett asked. 

He made a face before complying. They completely undressed and covered themselves in spa robes, being called one by one for their sessions.

"This spa day is right on time," Zamora sighed, rolling her shoulders. "I could use the wind down."

"I bet," Lockheart sneered, poking the fading red marks on her wrists. "I wonder where these came from?"

"Mind your business, Mr. Hickeys every damn where."

Scarlett and Saber rolled their eyes before turning to each other. 

"How are you and Kaldur doing?"

Saber shrugged her shoulders. "I haven't heard from him since the play. Now that all the cards are on the table, maybe he'll start thinking with his head on straight."

"Good. I hope he doesn't disappoint me . . . more," Scarlett scoffed.

"And Conner?" Saber asked with a raised brow.

"Still breaking him in, of course," she replied. "He's such a hot mess."

"He and you both," Saber whistled.

Scarlett was prepared to punch her, but she was saved by her wax appointment. Afterward, everyone moved on to massages.

"So, you seriously aren't going to tell us how you got those marks?" Lockheart asked.

"I don't see the interest," Zamora snapped. "What's more intriguing is who finally got you in the sack--"

"Finally?! You're one to talk!" he hissed.

"Ladies, please," Scarlett interjected. "There's not enough ventilation to air your dirty laundry here."

"Besides, this is supposed to be relaxing?" Saber added. "Don't make the job harder."

"Ohhh, yeah," Lockheart moaned exaggeratedly. "That feels amazing!"

"I'm breathing real serene," Zamora sighed.

After massages were mud baths. They sat in the pool, faces slathered, cucumbers on, when:

"So, what do the guys do for a living?" Lockheart blurted out. "I've been wondering for the longest time."

"Well, Bruce is the CEO of a conglomerate, so . . ." Zamora replied.

"Common knowledge, sweetheart," Lockheart drawled. He yelped when she pinched his arm.

"Kaldur is management at a bank, I think," Saber supplied.

"Conner is in . . . construction? Architecture? Something like that," Scarlett yawned. "I skimp on the details."

"Fascinating," Lockheart whispered.

"And your boyfriend?" Saber quipped.

"I have lots of them. They do everything under the sun," he answered. It grew very quiet.

"Slut," Zamora said.

Scarlett snorted, and it was silent after.

"Thank you for the spa day, babe," Lockheart said to Saber after it all concluded. "I really did need that full body wax."

"There's still a whole day leftover," Saber pointed out.

"I have a man to surprise at home," Zamora purred.

"He can have you tonight, you freaking nympho," Lockheart snapped.

"Yeah, let's go shopping!" Scarlett suggested.

Zamora tried to protest, but once they were in the car, Lockheart drove straight for the mall.