Frayed by Pamela Ann Read Free Book Online

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    Taylor leaned over and studied my face with such concentration. To me, it looked like he was trying to read me , or better yet, read my mind. “Is this your subtle way of telling me that you don’t find me attractive?”
    Damn it, he’s pretty forward , too. Hmmm! “I wasn’t trying to tell you anything,  but, to answer your question, no, you’re not my type.”
    Taylor’s face lit up with a devilish grin. “Women with excess baggage are unattractive to me. Good to know that we have something in common.” He then stood up and saluted his bottle at me before spinning around and heading towards Bass.
    Staggered speechless, I stared after his form. What the flying FUCK was that? How the Hell would he know that I have excess baggage? Do I have a fucking tattooed sign on my forehead or something?
    “ Uh-oh, looks like you influenced Trista, Lindsey!” Emma chided Lindsey as they approached me with a tray of assorted alcoholic drinks.
    My eyes happily took in all the amazing concoction s as Emma placed the tray on the table. Lindsey and Emma then settled on separate lounge chairs.  “This is why girlfriends are the best! You can always count on them to cheer up a down and out friend,” I happily said, as my hand grabbed a martini glass with a bright blue liquid in it. Now, if this drink would only turn out to be an AMF (Adios Mother Fucker), I would be an even happier woman. The smile that stretched across my lips was absolutely genuine as it turned out that it was! It was time to get back on boozeville.
    “I’m taking it that Horrible Harry is no more?” Lindsey asked while Emma and I took a sip of our drinks. “You used to be like this when there was trouble in paradise with him, but now there’s a dark edge to it. That can only mean one thing, you guys are kaput.”
    Crap, Lindsey. She’s too damn observant. This was why it was hard to open up to her, because she tends to just railroad everything and get to the point. She doesn’t stall or prance around the subject.  I love her like a sister, but at certain times, Lindsey could be scary as fuck. I took another gulp of my AMF, tilting my head back and savoring the sweet, fiery burn of the menacing drink.
    “I am officially no longer a mistress. No more secret rendezvous. No more scheduled fuck marathon s. No more secret codes. Yep, there is no more Horrible Harry.” I miserably downed my drink before releasing a cringing sigh. “You know what’s the saddest part is? I wasn’t ready for it to be over. The stupid bastard dumped me! Stupid, spineless, piece of shit dumped me. Hah! Joke’s on me.”
    Lindsey growled. “I could hire a hitman to end that sorry worthless piece of shit!”
    If I weren’t so emotional right now, I would’ve rolled my eyes at her already. That statement was just so Lindsey!
    Emma got up, sat next to me, and gave me a comforting hug. “That stupid, faithless prick didn’t deserve your love, babe. It may not seem like it now because everything’s still new. Give it time, you’ll see what I mean.”
    Lindsey then came and joined our hug. “I’ve got a solution. We’ll make that fucker pay.” I was about to protest, but she shushed me. “Okay, I was kidding about hiring a hitman. Okay , maybe I was serious, but only a little. I’ve got a brilliant plan, though. I could set him up, seduce him and make a video. I’ll send it out to all of his associates, and shame him for life. With my face blurred, of course. It’s the brightest plan, isn’t it? It should teach the cheating cad not to fuck with my bitches!”
    These were only a few examples why Lindsey was scary as fuck. I glanced at Emma when I heard her laugh. “Seriously, what’s so funny? None of her ‘solutions’ were laughable. I’m not going to be a vengeful woman. I still love him for crying out loud.”
    Emma smiled at Lindsey, before she responded to my question. “Woman, I think it’s a flawlessly, perfect plan. I know your cousin is