The Girl With The Curves #1 (Positive Curves, #1) by Iris Deorre Read Free Book Online

done this play so many times, we don’t need a rehearsal.’ He pulled the covers over him.
    ‘What are you doing?’
    ‘Trying to get some sleep.’
    ‘But you haven’t slept in our bed for months.’ Susannah slipped in besides him.
    ‘Do you want me to leave?’
    ‘No, no of course not.’ Susannah was delighted.
    ‘You can add that we’re trying for a family or something along those lines.’
    ‘Now why would we say that?’
    For many years Sebastian wanted children of his own but Susannah wasn’t prepared to loose her figure to them. ‘When they create a baby factory, I’ll consider it or there is the choice of a surrogate.’ She’d said. Sebastian never looked at her the same way again. In fact a child would be better off not being born to Susannah. She’d most likely eat it.
    ‘Because it will give them something to talk about and deflect from our pretend relationship.’
    Susannah drifted closer and ran a hand down the side of his arm. Sebastian didn’t flinch or withdraw instead he just lay there, his back to her, his eyes getting heavy.
    ‘Who is she?’ she asked finally.
    ‘Who?’
    ‘The woman whose brought you back to me?’
    Sebastian turned over and looked at his wife.
    ‘The last time you slept in this bed was months ago and that wasn’t even a relaxed evening. This one must be special.’ She lay back.
    ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ He turned back. ‘Now get some sleep.’

Chapter Six
    Harley let Amber in in a panic. Everything was falling apart in her eyes.
    ‘Calm down, you’ll be fine.’ Amber assured her.
    ‘Look at my hair it’s a mess.’ Harley had tried a roller set that had her curls turning in all different directions.
    ‘Oh we can fix that, come on.’ Amber dragged her upstairs and Buttercup followed. ‘Now sit.’ Amber positioned Harley in front of the dressing table and encouraged her to sit. ‘Don’t sweat it you’ll do just fine.’
    ‘This is a big event. I was lucky to even get on the guest list as press.’ Harley felt nervous. This wasn’t only her chance to observe Susannah and report back to Sebastian. It was a story she could cover and get credit for too.
    It was the event of the year, only the rich attended, it was a gated community. It was a ball that had been created many years ago. It was labelled a charity event where the rich throw millions of pounds to good causes. There was also an auction lined up after the three course meal and after that the ball would resume. This was also a chance for many fine and up coming artists to sell their work to the rich. A percentage of the money from the paintings was donated to charity. All this excited Harley and she wanted to be at her best, the most important people would be there and she’d get to cover it.
    ‘There,’ said amber after she’d placed the final hairpin in Harley’s hair.
    ‘It’s beautiful!’
    Amber had magically placed the curls into a high bun and had left a few curls out that hung down the sides of her face. She looked like a bride, it brought tears to her eyes.
    ‘You look beautiful.’
    Harley took her best friend into her arms and squeezed her tight.
    ‘Now help me into the dress.’
    ‘Did you take my advice?’
    ‘I did. I got it from Debenhams. I know I won’t be walking around in a thousand pound dress but I think this will do.’
    ‘It’s gorgeous.’ Amber admired the simple but stunning black dress.
    Harley had called her in a panic about what to wear and her advice was to stick to black, for one it was a safe colour and two it would make her look slimmer. Not that she wanted to look slimmer; Sebastian loved her for her curves. The dress ran down to her feet, it followed her delicious curves. It held nicely around her healthy bust. The small threads of silver that were expertly intertwined with the dress made it look like a thousand pound dress.
    Harley had gone for the silver set of jewellery that Amber had also suggested. The silver