LUXURY

＂Ｂｉｔｃｈｅｓ ｉｎ Ｓｕｉｔｃａｓｅｓ＂(1/3)

Jacqueline Lexington was awakened by the most loudest, inhuman sound she'd ever heard in her entire life. If she hadn't known any better, she would have thought she was sleeping next to a bear but turning over to her right, she realized it was just a boy.

A half-naked boy and they were in a guest room that didn't look like anything from the Lexington estate.

For a few seconds, the emerald eyed Valedictorian-to-be was actually dumbfounded - until the entire night came tumbling back to her like a Chanel purse being tossed upside down. She instantly remembered the horrible Love Wins event, her mother's baby facade, Paisely's party, and bits and pieces of fooling around with Asher Donovan.

Either way, she had had a very non-Jac night.

And despite the terrible headache she had that seemed to be tearing her brain apart, she felt strangely...refreshed. As if she'd just taken a Voss bottle filled with strawberries and Figi water and had detoxed herself.

It was actually a pleasant feeling and the only thing that could shatter it was the thought of losing it.

Sitting upright in tawny-colored sheets, Jac reached for her Windows phone that had been tossed on the hickory wooden floor, mentally groaning at the bright screen that told her she had over twenty missed calls from her father. 'Not one from mother dearest though,' She thought bitterly but quickly recomposed herself.

She genuinely, for the first time ever, felt like she'd woken up on the right side of the bed and she didn't want to ruin it.

Asher stirred in his sleep next to her, arm brushing her shoulder as he rolled over. His dark hair had fallen in his face and he was still snoring like the plush, designer vibrator Jac had found in her mother's closet once.

The only guy Jac had ever gone past second base with was Damon Felix - and after that, it was a done deal that she had to marry him. They'd only gone to third base but Jac figured once you hit third base, there was no return. Or at least that's what she read in a Vogue Italia magazine and decided it made sense. However, it had felt kind of nice to just be with someone else.

She knew damn well he was doing it at St. Larks where there was an endless supply of busty teen supermodels. Even before ditching her for boarding school, he had no problem with exploring. If he could do it, she could too.

And she felt like she'd just purchased from a brand she'd never considered before; the brand of casual sex.

No wonder Veronica Conrad did as she pleased.

It was kind of fun...

Careful not to wake the fit baseball player next to her, Jac got up, slipped gingerly back into her dress - although she couldn't find her heels anywhere! - and slipped out of the guest room.

It was ten in the morning but there were still a handful of kids littering the mansion, either passed out or too hungover to collect themselves. Weirdly enough, most of the kids still around were middle schoolers.

'Probably too wasted to call their chauffeurs.'

Jac wandered around the upper floors for Paisely. She needed a ride home, calling the family chauffeur was definitely out and there was no way she was letting Asher Donovan take her. He'd been so excited to hook up that Jac was starting to think he was infatuated with her.

Nonetheless, Jac had to get home in order to pack for the Las Vegas trip and she'd take a Pizza guy for a driver over Asher.

She peered into Paisely's blindingly pink bedroom only to find a couple snoozing away on her bed instead. Apparently, they hadn't read the sign one of the Mont Vernon maids had taped to Paisely's intricate marble door; ' No getting the freak on in bedroom, guestrooms are on second floor.'