Ignite (The Disciples #4) - Cassandra Robbins Page 0,75
or kick something because that’s not it. He’s smart, and he makes me feel secure and special and…
“Oh God. Am I? I might be falling in love with him,” I whisper as I walk back into the room and almost gag at the smell of vomit.
Cindy is hugging the toilet seat.
“You okay?” I have to put my nose in my hair and breathe in its fresh scent rather than her puke.
“Oh God, I hate them.” She props a shaky hand on the toilet bowl and rests her forehead on it.
“Can I get you some water?”
“This is what they do to you, Antoinette.” She turns and starts throwing up again.
“Oh, Cindy.” I cringe because if she’s this bad already, jeez, the party hasn’t even started. “Um, I’m going to get my bathing suit on. You get it all out.” She heaves again. “That’s it, get it all out.” I sound like a lunatic talking to a baby or a puppy.
“Stop… please.” She holds up a hand.
“Sorry. Call me if you need me.”
Without giving her time to respond again, I go straight to Axel’s closet and try to remember which bag I put it in. It’s new and never worn since I never got around to going to the ocean or a pool.
I pull out my underwear and sock garbage bag and dump it on the floor, and there it is. It’s black with tiny silver stars on it.
Slipping off my dress and panties, I pull on the bottoms, which have a slight G-string in the back. Not full but a nice cut. I tie the top and try to push my boobs out as much as possible.
Whatever, at least they don’t sag. They’re full and I have good nipples. I’m pale, but maybe a little sun today will help.
I shut the door so I can look at myself in the full-length mirror. I look good. The makeup definitely helps. Now for some shoes. I wish I had some cute heeled sandals like Charlie and Cindy, but I don’t, so my flip-flops will have to do.
“Antoinette?” Doug’s voice, followed by his loud pounding, makes me jump. I rush over to open the door.
“Thank God.” He leans on the doorframe, wearing black sunglasses and dressed in ripped black jeans and a black T-shirt.
“Look at you. Our own little Marilyn Monroe, minus the curves.” He barges in and circles me. “You, my little princess, are breathtaking.”
I curtsey at him as Cindy groans. We both turn and Doug pulls out his phone and turns the camera on.
“I got my ass over here early. My poor boyfriend will have to come over alone. If a biker kills him, his blood is on your hands.” He says all this to a pale-faced Cindy, her bright pink lips the only color on her face as Doug takes picture after picture, grinning.
“I’ll kill you,” she hisses as she uses the toilet to stand.
“Pussycat, tell the camera all about it.” He flips it to video.
“Doug, stop it. I hate being here. I’m only doing this for you, Antoinette.” She points at me and I feel a tiny bit guilty, but I kind of need her, so I’m torn.
“Cindy, I’m so sorry.” I step around Doug to flush the toilet again and watch Cindy look at herself in the mirror.
“Dougie, I swear to God.” She rolls her eyes at him. All he does is laugh. He pockets his phone as he swats her on the butt.
“Okay. Let’s do this, my beautiful butterflies.”
“Stop it, Doug,” she grumbles and tries to fix her hair.
“I’ll get the tequila,” Doug yells to us. “And stop with your crabbiness, Cindy. I’ll fix your makeup. Antoinette, you’re perfect.”
I look at Cindy through the mirror as if her eyes have only now focused on me. “Jesus, Antoinette. You’re beautiful. Your body is amazing.”
Doug goes back to leaning on the doorframe holding one of Axel’s favorite bottles of tequila. “Spin for us.” He smiles at me.
I do a quick spin and they both nod in approval. “God, how great would it be if Axel falls for her?” Cindy reaches for Doug’s arm.
“Yep.” He nods, laughing with her. “This might be better than watching Eve bring Blade to his knees.” Still holding Cindy’s arm, he leans in to kiss my forehead.
“I hate to disappoint you two, but—”
“You won’t.” He winks at me.
“I don’t know if Axel is boyfriend material, you know?”
Dougie takes a guzzle from the bottle of tequila. And my stomach feels slightly nauseous at the way they both