Cover by: @authornataliaava
🔞🔞WARNING {18+}🔞🔞
Sequel to: In Need of a Muse.
⚠Book Two CAN'T be read as a standalone.
Timay finds herself back where she started, distracting herself with meaningless sex, the only difference this time, she's runn...
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"My soon to be wife is finally here, hide the strippers." Most of the men snicker and chuckle including Nay's dad but with a disapproving glare from her mom, his smile vanishes nearly as fast as it came.
Nay flips Dane off discreetly and he beams with excitement, jogging off the stage towards her. I missed most of his speech, my eyes flickering around the room trying to spot who is whose family. It's amazing how easy it is to connect family members through resemblance.
Two teenage girls with long black tendrils framing their matching heart-shaped faces standing to my right, giggle and make googly eyes at someone to my left but I refuse to look.
Their blue orbs lined beautifully with winged liner pop and remind me of Naomi's. Must be Nay's cousins that look eerily like twin sisters except they're a year a part. Chanel, giggling behind her hand, running another down her baby-blue cocktail dress is the youngest at eighteen or is that Janel, rolling her eyes with a smirk adorning her shiny, glossed lips and adjusting her strapless purple figure-hugging dress.
What-fucking-ever.
My eyes once again flicker to him as he begins whispering sweet nothings into her ear, but I tear my eyes away at the feel of Derrick's fingers intertwining with my own. His dead-set eyes look anywhere but me. I know he's angry, it doesn't take a genius to see that.
This will be the third, fourth time he's caught me looking over at Noah. I've tried to be more subtle, more discreet about it but he's watching me like a hawk and placing me under a microscope.
I'm sure if I farted, he'd see that shit – pun intended.
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I stand frozen by the magnificently decorated table with my name card placed on it and Nay smiles knowingly, purposefully placing Noah and I at their table. Derrick – like the true sweetheart he is – pulls out a chair for me and I would swoon if it weren't for my ex-fuck making his new-fuck giggle like a schoolgirl.
Waiters – men and women – dressed in black dress shirts, black neckties, black trousers, and aprons with nothing to break the ominous color walk into the banquet hall with plates of food perched on their arms.
