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Chapter 11: The Sleepover

Bryce Santiago was sitting in his favorite chair, listening to the sound of Michelle, Sierra, Magda, and the musical styling's of Fifth Harmony. They'd been in the bathroom, using various blow dryers and curling irons for quite some time.

"Hey babe," Bryce called out. "Is it cool if Mark swings by before the party?"

"Sure," Michelle called out, before she went back to getting ready with her girlfriends.

Apparently, girls did this sort of thing, getting ready together and giggling all the while. Just being in the same space was making Bryce antsy, and he needed to balance out the estrogen-testosterone situation in his space. Not that he disliked her friends, they were great, but Bryce needed some man time. So he pulled out his phone and texted his friend.

BRYCE: Dude, can you stop by my place before the party. I'm outnumbered here.

MARK: What do you mean, outnumbered? And sure, I'm in the neighborhood anyways.

BRYCE: My wife has her friends over here to get ready together. Dude, there is glitter everywhere.

MARK: Are her friends hot?

BRYCE: I can't answer that without getting in trouble with my wife. But come and see for yourself, they're both single.

MARK: I'll be there in five minutes.

Michelle popped her head out, looking at Bryce. She had a little black dress on that hugged her curves in all of the right ways, and he suddenly lost all rational thought.

"Is your friend coming by?" Michelle asked.

"Yeah," Bryce said. "He's swinging by. He'll probably hit on your friends, sorry."

"No problem," Michelle said. "They're used to it. Do you like the dress?"

"Ummmm, yes, I love it," Bryce said. "But seeing as you're not available, maybe you want to wear a jacket. Those curves are for me, baby. And frankly, you look too damn good for my friends."

"Ahhh," Sierra said from the bathroom. "That was sort of sweet, although a bit controlling. Michelle is a woman, not a piece of property that needs to be locked down dude."

"She can wear what she wants," Bryce said. "Just know in that dress, I'm going to have to lay on the PDA pretty heavy."

"Don't you always," Michelle laughed.

Bryce shrugged his shoulders, as if to signal giving up.

There was a knock at the door, and Bryce went to answer it. Mark gave his friend a high five and followed Bryce inside.

"So where are all these women? I still have met the "MRS" yet...."

"Hey Michelle," Bryce called out. "Mark wants to meet you."

All three women piled out of the bathroom. Bryce shook his head as he noticed that Michelle's dress looked like parka compared to Magda's tight jeans and Sierra's short black skirt.

"Hello," Michelle said. "Nice to meet you, I'm Michelle."

Mark shook her hand and smiled.

"It's official, you're too good for him," Mark smirked as he said this.

"For all you know, I could be an axe murderer," Michelle laughed.

"Doesn't matter," Mark said. "Damn, Bryce, your girl is so-"

"That's enough, horndog," Bryce said. "These are Michelle's friend, Sierra and Magda. They are coming tonight as well."

"Hey," Magda said. "You're cute..."