Ever Enough by Stacy Borel Read Free Book Online Page B

gasped—like really loudly. “Seventeen hundred dollars?!”
    Harper grabbed my upper arm with her hand and gave it a harsh squeeze. “Fucking A Emilyn! Would you just give the woman your American Express? Your husband makes millions, it’s about time you start spending it.”
    Sarah took the card with a look on her face that said she was wondering if it would be declined. Of course it wasn’t, and she very happily handed me my receipt and called a perky goodbye as Harper and I left the store.
    “See now, that wasn’t so bad spending dick bags money, was it?” Harper asked me as she climbed into her car.
    “It’s not that it is ‘so bad’, it’s just that I don’t see the reason behind spending money like that. The dress is beautiful yes, but I may only wear it one other time after tonight. West works hard for that money and I don’t want to spend his hard earned cash.” I said as we made our way back towards my parent’s house.
    “For starters, if you ever say his money again, I’m taking you to a psych ward to be evaluated. Emmy you’ve been married to him for eight years now, so his money is your money. That’s the way marriage should be. And if you so much as tell me that Weston requires you to speak to him about how you spend that money, I am flying there tonight to pluck every single one of his pubes from his balls and then I’ll slowly castrate him. And again, you just wait until everyone sees you tonight in that dress. Especially Finley.”
    “Okay can you just tell me how it is that you ever get a man to let their testicles near you when you paint such a vivid picture? And I didn’t buy this dress to impress Finley. I bought it because it fit me nicely.” I hoped that if I kept telling myself that Finn hadn’t crossed my mind when I bought that dress, I may just start to believe it. “And for the record, Weston has never asked me to tell him where I spend money or how much I spent. He’s said from the beginning that everything he had was mine.”
    “Well then I guess his hairy balls are safe for tonight then!” We pulled up to my parents’ house and started unloading my purchases.
    I started laughing, “How did I become friends with such a violent person?”
    “Luck I guess,” she shrugged her shoulders. “Time to beautify ourselves!”

 
     
    Harper and I were dressed to impress. In addition to my new dress and heels, I had a black clutch that held a tube of clear gloss and mascara. My hair was half up, and the back had a little puff to it with a pretty black sparkle barrette. The rest of my hair cascaded down my back in waves. I felt pretty glamorous.
    Harper had on a black silk dress that went to the floor. It hugged every inch of her body and draped in the front so she had to be careful how she moved or else we’d be having a wardrobe malfunction. She had her hair pulled up in an elegant, loose bun and she’d shaded her eyelids in a smoky black that made her green eyes pop.
    We were definitely ready to go. Stepping out of Harper’s car, a young man—who I assumed was the valet driver—approached us with wide eyes. He gave Harper long once over when she handed him the keys along with a generous tip. I saw her wink at him when he handed her the parking ticket and she thanked him in a low purr.
    Stepping inside the hotel lobby I giggled at Harper. “Easy Killer, that kid can’t have been more than twenty years old.”
    “Mmmhmmm, and I bet his stamina is fantastic too.”
    “Oh good, so you like the little kiddies now too?”
    “Have you ever slept with someone that’s a few years younger than you Em?”
    “You know I’ve only ever been with Finley and Weston.”
    She sighed disapprovingly. “Well, let me tell you, it is worth it. They can go for hours.” Harper thought that I should have shopped around a bit before I settled with West. But I’d never been that kind of girl.
    As we approached the banquet room there were two tables set up outside the door. The