Conquered: She Who Dares Book Two by LP Lovell Read Free Book Online Page A

his chest, and he rests his chin on my head. I prop my wine glass on his knee.
    “Do you want me to go find a dog shit and post it through his letter box?” George asks into my hair. His big body vibrates under me as he laughs. George is the best friend a girl could want.
    We drink two bottles of wine. I must have fallen asleep on him because I wake up to the sound of the front door closing.
    “Hey.” Molly says brightly as she throws her bag and keys down on the coffee table. “You guys look like you had a good night.” She eyes the empty wine bottles.
    I pull my head up off George’s chest and see I’ve left make up smudges all over his white top. He laughs at what must be a dazed look on my face. He holds my face on either side and wipes make-up from under my eyes quickly with his thumbs.
    “Thanks.” I mumble.
    Molly sighs. “Are you okay Lill’s?” She asks, but averts her eyes. She almost looks guilty as she stands behind George.
    “I’m fine.” My head spins slightly from the wine. She’s being really weird. George catches my eye and gives me a small head tilt. He doesn’t know either.
    “Look, I’m sorry I haven’t been around that much.” It’s true, she hasn’t been around much, but I’ve been so wrapped in my own pity party I haven’t really noticed much.
    “Honestly. I haven’t been paying much attention to…well anything lately. I didn’t want to hang out with myself. I don’t expect you guys to.” I shrug.
    ‘Always’ George mouths at me and I smile.
    “How are you anyway?” I ask her, only slurring very slightly.
    She nods. “Yeah, fine. Busy you know.”
    Oh god, she’s really sulking. I roll my eyes. “Oh god Mole stop with the moping will you. Have some wine.” I indicate towards the bottles but then realise they’re empty. I giggle.
    Molly sighs. She pretty much disagrees with any and all of my life’s coping methods. George encourages them vehemently. “I take it the reason you’re drunk in the middle of the week is because of this thing with Theo.”
    I glare at her. “Thing? There is no thing. We are no thing. We are two separate entities.” I say haughtily, but then George smiles and I have to try not to laugh. Damn wine, interrupting my serious flow.
    “You know what I mean.”
    “A girl has a right to drink on a weekday. I’m not twelve. I am drinking, because I have avoided it with the whole…” I wave my hand around in the air. “… thing , and now I am not avoiding it.” Seems like a good enough explanation.
    “Lighten up Mole.” George snorts.
    She ignores him. “I just don’t want to see you go off the deep end because of him. You should actually talk to him. It might change some things.” She says softly.
    “I’m not going off the deep end, I’m fine.” I declare. “And I am definitely not talking to him.” I scoff. “We hate him.”
    George nods. “We hate him.”
    “Mature.” She mutters as she rolls her eyes. “Lilly, you need to talk to him. He made a mistake, but he loves you.” She presses her lips together. “And you love him. You guys have something that you don’t find every day. Is it worth throwing away over one mistake?” She has a quietness about her as though she’s waiting for a bomb to go off. I have a feeling the bomb is me.
    “Pretty fucking big mistake.” Is my sharp response. “I’m done.”
    Molly knows me, and she knows that once burned…well, you can well and truly fuck off.
    “Okay, okay. Fine. I tried.” She mutters. “I’m sick of the pair of you. All you do is just bury your heads at the bottom of a glass.”
    “Firstly, this is the first drink I’ve had throughout this shit. Which I’d like to add, the arsehole himself sent me.” She eyes the empty bottle of champagne. “Secondly, do not compare me to that…that slut. Thirdly…you’ve been talking to him?!” A small stab of betrayal hits me. It must read on my face because George squeezes my arm in reassurance.
    “Don’t look