But he was the Bad Boy

First impression

"Come on Asia. The limo will be here any minute," Clara screams to me from the living area.

"This is the shortest dress I've ever worn. To say I'm a little apprehensive would be a profound understatement," I shout back while glaring at the incredibly short dress that is leaving the bad taste of easy in my mouth.

"Well get over it. This is my weekend, and this is our last night to get a little crazy. My maid of honor is going to look hot as hell, and maybe she'll entice a New Yorker to free her mature mind for one frigging night. You're not going back to Connecticut until I know for a fact you've had a good time, little sister."

" I laugh a little as I wobble out of the room in the incredulous high heels I've been forced to wear. "I can barely walk barefoot. What made you think these walking stilts of death would be a good idea?" I chuckle out.

Her eyes widen when she sees me, and a blushing hue stains my cheeks now. "Wow! Sweet hot girl in red! You look incredible. If you can't find a man in that, then New York is completely devoid of straight men," Clara gasps - jaw unhinged, eyes still gaping. I roll my eyes as I stare into the full length mirror which is decking the wall of our extravagant suite.

"This really isn't me," I whimper. "I know. That's why it's so frigging killer. You're a goddess in that outfit. I don't know if your dark locks have ever looked so good. Your hair pops against the red." Great. "I don't want a man," I grumble while returning to her earlier wish. "I sure as hell don't want a man from New York. Do you realize that sexually transmitted diseases are at an all time high? The men in this city are probably a cesspool for such. I wish you'd quit trying to get me infected." She laughs wildly at my voiced concern, and I just scowl as we're joined by the other girls.

"Well, Clara, in three days you're going to be Mrs. Henry Whitman the third." I roll my eyes at the anti-feminist remark Clara's friend - Jenny - makes. I have to keep my mouth shut though. She's Clara's friend. Play nice, Asia.

"I know. It's so exciting," Clara squeals. The lavish surroundings we've spent the past few days in remind me of how wealthy Clara's soon-to-be-husband really is. The suite is embroidered with luxury. The decadent folds of fabric that sway from the full wall of windows leading to the wrap-around balcony probably cost more than my entire apartment combined with all of its contents. Hell, the dining table we have yet to use probably cost more than my car.

"I suppose we could stay in and maybe order takeout?" I ask timidly. The group of girls glare at me with mocking disbelief. Clara joins them in their scowl, and I slump under their disapproving glower. "You guys head on down to the limo. I need to speak with Asia for a minute," Clara says. Oh boy. I know that look. I'm in trouble. Clara's third grade teacher face has emerged. She's about to speak to me like a nine-year-old from her class. The other girls quickly abandon me, leaving me alone with Ms. Richards. Damn them. "Okay. I know you're not usually the social type, but this is my last weekend as a free woman. Henry has been too busy to have a bachelor party, so he's living vicariously through me. I'm not going to let him down by sitting in like a group of prudes. I want to enjoy my last night in New York with my only sister. Please don't act so miserable. Just have fun, for me."

Well, that's not quite the scolding I was expecting. She went with total guilt trip instead. She's very good at chess, and she just moved the right piece to capture my queen. "You're right. This is your weekend. I'll dance like a fool and enjoy the New York air for one last night," I mumble in defeat. "Thank you. I wouldn't mind if you got laid while we're here. God knows you need to ,little virgin." She exaggerates an exhausted sigh, her mischievousness surfacing.

"You're so crude. Does Henry know what a romantic you are?" "Why do you think he fell in love with me?" Clara smugly retorts. I just giggle with my soon-to-be married friend. Then she places her hands firmly on my shoulders while staring into my eyes. "Tonight Asia, you're Alexius Smith - a gutsy, sexy goddess with zero inhibitions. You're not going to overanalyze every possible consequence of every decision. The You're going to live for once in your life. Now Let's catch up with others" She said , practically dragging out of the suite cum palace's door.

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