No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I was perched on the edge of my seat, just as tensed as anyone else in the room.

The cameraman switched views back to the pool table, capturing the moment the opponent's skilled shot went out of bounds. The place erupted in cheers.

The girl I was rooting for lifted her cue high, signaling her victory.

I watched the victor, my lips curving into a smile.

As music started playing on the TV, I swiveled my chair around to face Haley, "She won."

"The game's over. So, what brings you here?" Haley quizzed me.

I kicked the floor lightly, gliding the chair closer to her, crossing one leg over the other.

I was still wearing the black, slit silk skirt from last night's dinner with Yates and Fanny. The slit was subtly revealing when I stood, but sitting down, it provocatively exposed my thigh.

My skin was exceptionally pale, glowing against the dark fabric of my skirt.

Haley's gaze instantly shifted my way, a mix of admiration and envy in her eyes, even though she herself was fair and delicate. I knew her envy stemmed from not having flaunted her legs in a long while, especially with her pregnancy these past few months.

Ernest last night

been through motherhood herself, understood all too well what those marks

cheeks turned a mix of embarrassed and annoyed as she snapped, "Felicia, did you come here

were venomous, yet without a single

let her comment slide, replying with a mockingly light laugh, "You think

with Conrad for ten years, getting bored and

surprised by her accusation. It was a common belief among those who

claim I hadn't been with Conrad would

required no explanation

as I have someone to

gets,

wasn't the reason for

you wanted to know

I leaned

you're actually scared," Haley smirked, looking

lifted her chin, "Haley mess with me all you want, I can play games. But if

care about

off limits."