Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"My soulmate is out there somewhere, pushing a pull door...I just know it." — Unknown ————————————————————
Chapter 20 <—————————————>
Maggie
I finished the final touches of my makeup in front of the mirror. Once I peered back to get a look of myself entirely, I was more than pleased.
"I'd fuck you," I complimented my reflection, grinning. "Hell yeah, I would."
I'd done a natural look for my makeup, specifically outlining my eyes with kohl eyeliner to make the color pop. I'd went with lipliner to dazzle my lips, as well as a sinful red lipstick. My hair was down for the night, but I decided to leave it straight simply because I was too lazy to curl it. Me letting it down was enough.
I, of course, went with the dress I chose. Luke was probably going to curse me all night for it, but fuck him. If it bothered him so much, he could wear the damn dress himself.
Besides, I loved this one. The black dress was elegant, with the ends barely grazing the floor. Thin straps were over my shoulder, so it showed my arms, as well as a slit near the bottom of the dress. The way it hugged my curves was only a plus. There were probably going to be some rich, old assholes there tonight so why not give them a heart-attack or two.
I glanced back in the mirror one final time before tearing myself away from the masterpiece. I grabbed my clutch purse, double checking the contents inside. A pocketknife, my pepper spray, a pack of skittles, light makeup and makeup wipes, a mini bottle of Hennessy, gum, and my phone. I contemplated in tampons, but I hadn't seen my period in nearly a year, and I didn't plan on seeing it anytime soon, so there was no need.
I was ready.
I walked in circles for a moment. I hadn't worn heels in a while, and I wasn't going to bust my ass tonight because of it. I'd already have to hear enough shit from Luke about the dress.
Once I felt confident enough to carry on, I stepped into the hallway, but paused at the voices clashing from the other side of the house.
"I'm telling you, it's all about the tortilla," I heard Jax say. "It can make or break the pinwheel."
"Hold the fuck on, I'm still stuck on what you said," Luke responded with shock. "So, you're telling me...there's other ingredients that you can put inside? Not just ham?"
"Man, you think the ham is good?" Jax chuckled. "Wait until you try my chicken bacon ranch."
"Chicken bacon ranch...what the fuck," he countered. "This is crazy as shit."
"You ever think to try bacon, cheddar, and jalapeño pinwheels?"
