My heart got filled with the love I missed all these years all thanks to 𝒉𝒊𝒎
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My core throbing for his touch. "Aila, say something or I will leave?"
"I want you to go down on me!" That was his cue to jerk m...
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"What do you mean it doesn't fit?" I yell, standing outside the changing room.
Scarlett had to pick up her dress for Jackson's wedding and I wanted to tag along.
To get my head out of things.
Distraction.
That's what I have been doing. Trying not to think of it and maybe get over it.
Lies.
I am not over it.
Nope.
I am trying tho.
Anyway, Scarlett got her dress altered for the second time now. It's exhausting for her honestly.
Changing the subject I see.
Shut up will you?
I was lucky I got my dress earlier but I don't even know if I am going now. For the past few days, I have received a lot of texts from Hayden himself but I didn't bother responding to any of them.
I wanted to it's just I wanted to hold my ground.
I am still mad at him.
"I got fat. Fuck!" She comes out for me to see. "Your kidding right?" I tell her.
The dress looks gorgeous on her. Perfect.
"My fat is stuck in all the wrong places!" She whined.
"Bitch what fat? If you feel uncomfortable that's a different thing but it looks gorgeous. You look beautiful." I say as I stand behind her while she checks herself in the big mirror.
"What If Dylan thinks It doesn't look good on me?" She complains again.
"Scarlett shut up!" I demand. Who cares what he thinks dude? "It's your body, not his. I am sorry because I know he is your boyfriend but he is a dick if he tells you anything other than you look beautiful in it. Got it?"
"Yes ma'am!" She smiles and I return the smile happily. "Okay! Now hop hop we got other things to get too!" I tell her and she laughs going into the cabin to change out of the dress.
I sit down on the waiting chairs and swipe through Instagram stories.
To pass my time.
Although I haven't really been using social media as much these past months, days can go by without me checking in my accounts.
I think I got better things to do than catch up with other people's lives.
I go through about five posts on Cora's stories with her dog that now has been very much expected to see when a new story from her pops up.
The girl is obsessed with her dog, Coco!
However, I stop at Dylan's story. A bunch of people in his backyard, beers, and cups in their hands, and music in the background.
