Chapter 26 | Beg for it

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The dress I stood in was not my style

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The dress I stood in was not my style. I lacked the elegance it simply came with. It was a strapless long black Elie Saab dress. I straightened my hair and my skin was radiant from the spa.

"You'll need this" I turned back to Alisha who held a silver Judith Leiber clutch.

"I could never"

"Oh, you could and you will" She hands me the clutch and runs out of the room like a child in her dress.

"Alisha!" I leave her room to quickly try and find her but instead, I crash into a body, his body.

I step back and look at him "Sorry Hayes" he doesn't respond to her just stares at me.

"Why are you wearing so much makeup?"

"Because I can?"

"It's too much" he spits out and walks back to his room. I look at the mirror in the hall now doubtful, I lift my thumb to wipe off my lipstick but a hand stops me.

"Fuck that, you look stunning and he knows it. He just doesn't want to show off what's not fully his" She smiles at me in the mirror "I know your makeup looks fire and I'm brutally honest"

"You sure?" I thought I looked beautiful until his words, they should be meaningless to me. But if anyone says that to you, you'll second guess yourself no matter what.

"More than anything Lil, don't listen to his bull shit. He's a jealous dick who can't keep it in his pants, you'll be making him struggle all night. I mean look at you in this dress" she gushed as she stepped back "We look hot okay?"

"Let's embrace this shit and go!" I followed her to the front where Beckham greeted her. He lifted her into his arms as she giggled.

"You look radiant Lisha" he kissed her and she sank into her arms. There are things in this world that seem so sentimental and sweet, moments that would be locked in time forever.

But those hugs, the ones where they hug each other like they are the only ones to exist. In their minds, they'll be there in memory and comfort forever. It's what I craved, something like that. To be held without being hurt, without being cautious, just allowing yourself to be loved.

I wanted it badly with Jax, I wanted it so bad to work. But I knew it wouldn't work, I knew we wouldn't work. I've had more chemistry with the cold grumpy bastard across the room from me than I ever did with him. I would have always ended up hurting him because he was nice.

But he wasn't for me, I still wondered where he was or what he was doing. But not for my sake, for his because I broke his heart.

They broke apart from their haze and looked over at us "You remember we existed?" I joked.

Alisha took my hand and dragged me forward towards the car that was waiting to take us in the snow. We slid into the car as the other two piled in behind us.

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