Page 134 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions
Other half of my peapod?
Pea number two.
Either way.
Alex.
I was on the hunt for Alex.
As ridiculous, and confusing, and earth-shattering as that was. Iwantedto see him. And maybe…tell him about the We Hate Brendon Club. And maybe, if I was really,reallylucky, he’d leave some more bruises for me to worry about hiding.
I couldn’t wait to get more practice in, my bleeding heart be damned.
It’d been a weird morning to say the least. After completing the tasks I needed for the wedding—confirming vendors, double-checking that everything was in order, and checking in on Mom, to make sure she remembered her daughter was getting married—I finally had a chance to do the research I so desperately needed to do. Or so I’d thought—until June joined me, interrupting my tiny bubble of peace with her loud perfume and constant questions.
“Shut up, I’m trying to read,” I grunted as June invaded my personal space.
I’d retreated to the beach before everyone else in the hopes of some alone time. June had come bearing breakfast—and annoyance, in equal measure. My evil twin was hyped up on Red Bull after pulling an all-nighter and going on her masochistic hike up the mountain that morning with Roderick.
And she was being insufferable.
“How was your date withGeorge?” she wheedled after we’d finished eating.Normally, I’d bite. We shared most things, especially dating stories, but I only had a certain amount of time to figure out what I needed to and I seriously needed her to shut up.
It was a blessing that Hocking Hills wasn’t so far off the grid that cell service wasn’t available.
“Can I fill you in later?” I asked, tapping into a new window on my phone. A black and red website dedicated entirely to bondage. The images were as stimulating as they were distracting. I couldn’t help but look at them and picture George. George dangling from the ceiling, trussed up like a ham. George on the bed with a spreader bar between his legs, and his hands tied to the headboard. George coated in red shibari rope, laced around his puffy pink nipples and up his thighs to frame his cock.
George—
“That bad?” June frowned, interrupting my daydream. “Damn.”
“Jesus Christ, June.” I put my phone down, twisting to glare at her. She was laying in the recliner next to mine. Sunglasses on her head. Face and upper body in the shade of the attached umbrella. Her swimsuit was an ungodly shade of red that was offending to the eyes, especially given how much of her breasts it showed off. She wore sandals that made no sense. Sandals that wound all the way up her legs like the rope I’d just been looking at.
I nearly gagged.
I really needed to stop thinking about bondage when my sister was right next to me.
It was just…my phone—and all the articles I’d been reading.
They were getting to me.
“I’m sorry. I really thought you guys were getting along.” June looked genuinely upset on my behalf. “Fuck. And it’s my wedding! And now I’ve set you up to have a super awkward week?—”
This was never going to end if I didn’t put a stop to it.
“He’s great. Sexy. Cute. Perfect. We’reverycompatible. Last night was like,epic levels of epic. He agreed to my stupid scheme—and now I’m trying to spoil the fuck outta him—And I only have a few more days to do it.” I cut her off before she could keep spiraling. “So I need toresearch.”
“Research?” June looked less guilty now, and far more intrigued.
She did not get the hint.
Sitting up, June wiggled her sunglasses down her nose by scrunching it repeatedly. “Researchwhat?”
“Research for George.” I was not getting into it more than that. “To…please him.”
“…what?” June blinked.
“During sex.”
