Assigned Bride [Unrequited Love]

5

Leaving the office, I couldn't shake the mix of exhaustion and frustration clinging to me.
But as I pulled out my phone and dialed Morgan's number, a sense of relief washed over me. Tonight, I could finally vent all of it-every irritating moment, every tension-filled second. Morgan would get it. She always did.

"Babe," I sighed into the phone as I slid into my car. "I'm so tired from work, I've got *so* much to tell you. We need a girls' night out, pronto! Where are you?"

Morgan's laugh rang through the line, her voice light as always. "I was just about to leave the studio. Come pick me up. Let's blow off some steam."

Grinning, I started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, already feeling lighter. Morgan had that effect on me-her energy was infectious, the perfect antidote to the day's stresses. She worked as a radio host, and lately, she's been busy with her talk show, featuring up-and-coming celebrities. Her life always seemed so glamorous compared to mine, but tonight, I was ready to dive headfirst into that world, even if just for a few hours.

As I drove up to the front of her studio, I spotted her standing outside, scrolling through her phone. She looked up and beamed when she saw me, her smile wide and carefree. Without hesitation, she hopped into the passenger seat.

"Let's go, bitches!" she exclaimed with a wicked grin, slamming the door shut.

Laughing, I revved the engine and pulled back onto the street. "First stop-home. We need to change before hitting the club. I'm leaving the details to you, the party queen."

The drive to our place was quick, and as we pulled up to our building, I waved at the security guard, who smiled and gave us a familiar nod. Morgan was already scrolling through her phone, probably lining up our destination for the night, her fingers flying over the screen as she searched for the perfect spot.

Inside our apartment, we quickly freshened up, the vibe between us buzzing with excitement. I tossed my heels in the corner, kicking off the weight of the day as I headed to my closet.

Morgan sprawled out on the bed, flipping through outfits on her phone. "Okay, I've got a few places in mind. Do we want upscale and bougie or wild and free?"

I shot her a look. "Knowing you, I'm guessing we're going wild."

She winked. "You know me too well."

We got ready in a whirlwind-laughter filling the air as we tried on outfit after outfit, debating between bold dresses and sky-high heels. Morgan finally settled on a shimmery black number that made her look like she just stepped off a red carpet, while I opted for something sleek and daring-a perfect balance between sexy and comfortable.

By the time we were done, the tension of the day had melted away completely. Tonight wasn't about work or frustrations; it was about reclaiming our power, our fun, and letting loose. With one last touch f lipstick and a shared grin, we headed out, ready to own the night.