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pregnant, Tris, but you have to see that Harry might have a new mistress already or is looking for one again. You don’t want that to happen to another woman, do you?”
    Fuck ! Was Harry capable of taking on another mistress? If I think back now, he was way too slick about everything. From setting our schedules for meeting to every single minute detail of our rendezvous, it was well thought out and fully orchestrated. Only a man with practice and experience could achieve that without a glitch. The joke really was on me . The whole fucking time that Harry was making me fall in love with him, showering me with presents and kisses, professing his crazy love for me, it was all a load of practiced crap!
    To be blinded by love—to have had that love then taken advantage of—is the most humbling, the most eye-opening, the most gut-wrenching experience anyone can ever go through. However, do I want to humiliate Harry and Becka? No, I don’t.
    “I’m not for it, but I’ll keep it in mind, okay? Thank you for all the crazy support.” I stated, with much more emphasis on the word crazy.
    Lindsey simply pouted and went back to her spot. Imagine, if she was acting this way after only learning about Harry dumping me, I could easily see the she-devil incarnate in her coming out if I dropped the bomb about the terminated pregnancy. Definitely not a good idea right this instant!
    Emma glanced to my left and welcomed a few people who brought out a feast with them , instructing them to place everything on the long, rectangular, glass table that was close to the lounges. Emma then took out three one hundred dollar bills and handed it to each of the men accordingly before they left us with the bazillion plates of food.
    “Three hundred bucks for a tip, Em? Isn’t that a little too much?” Lindsey asked as she checked out the platters filled with lobster, squid and shrimp dishes, as well as others I couldn’t name. It all looked good, mouth-watering, dive in without care, scrumptiously good.
    Emma bit her lip. “I ran out of Euros. Besides, Bass always tells me to tip bigger for people who serve you. It’s mandatory that way. He says that these people work extra hard and they deserve to get more than they get per hour. Manual labor is harder work.”
    “Fucking Bass! Why does he have to be so perfect? You’re such a lucky beeotch! Now, I would really be pissed off if you went back to my brother.” Lindsey announced. Her voice held a serious tone to it.
    Really, did she have to bring up Carter when Bass was around?
    “Heck, I’m so invested in her love life. I would cut a bitch if they break-up. I think it’s safe to say that we’re all living our fantasy through you, Doll.” All three of us laughed at that.
    This was really refreshing. I felt somehow hopeful , again. I smiled and strode over to them
.
,
I eyed the
gourmet food

on the table
with interest. T
t aking a shrimp by its tail, I took a luscious bite. Fucking awesome , I savored the delicacy.
    We all turned around when we heard male voices. “ Trista, it’s good to see you again.” Bass came over and gave me a welcoming hug. Holy fuck, my heart started to palpitate. I gave him a smile after he released me from his arms.
    “Good to see you , too, Bass. You still look sexy enough to give a woman a heart attack.” Hell, I think I actually might have had one if he held me any longer.
    “I did tell you my friend has got a fever for you.” Bass laughed at Emma’s response, who simply gave him a flirty wink.
    Lindsey and Taylor started to get their plates and forked out food from the table. “Who wants wine?” Emma asked as she poured Bass a glass of red and handed it to him.
    “Thanks, agápi̱ mou,” Bass murmured and gave Emma a lingering kiss before they joined us.
    “What the hell does that mean?” Lindsey wondered out loud, once we were settled on the circular table.
    “It means my darling, my love, my beloved, my sweetheart.” Taylor provided her