Zoey couldn’t come along today because of a last minute dinner with her parents but insisted we go without her. I think she was actually a little relieved because Callie and I were serious shoppers, and I had some money to spend.
“Okay, let’s start over on the side with all of the little boutiques and then work our way back towards the front. Then we can stop for a pedi and grab lunch.” I nodded in agreement. Callie’s game plan sounded perfect.
By the time we were finished, I was carrying two bags filled with clothes, one filled with only sexy lingerie that Callie had helped me pick out, and one filled with shoes. Our toes were pretty and our bellies were full, so we headed back out to the car and somehow managed to fit everything into the trunk.
“Do you mind dropping me off at Justin’s place on our way back?”
“Ah, need to surprise him with some of that new lingerie? Maybe I should go surprise Drew too,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows at me as she pulled off the exit closest to Justin’s house.
“Good luck,” she called out while I waved at her and headed towards the back porch where I knew there was a hidden key under one of the garden gnomes. You would think with a family full of cops that they would be worried about security or something, but this time, it would work in my favor.
I kept all of the lights off until I reached Justin’s bedroom, turning on the small lamp that was on his nightstand. My overflowing bags ruined the tidy room, but he always told me how much he loved seeing my mess around, so I guess he didn’t really mind.
I laid out all of my selections and finally settled on a deep red corset that flared slightly at the bottom, a matching thong and a pair of garters attached to a pair of knee highs. By the time I finally had it on, I had some major boobage going on, and I felt like a dominatrix or something. I so should have gotten the whip that Callie suggested.
I pulled out a book to read while I waited for Justin to get home, but obviously it wasn’t too good because I ended up falling asleep. When I woke up, I heard voices coming from the living room. The first one I recognized instantly as Justin’s, but the second one I just couldn’t put my finger on. “J, where in the hell are your cigs around this place? Did that girlfriend of yours make you quit that too?” I panicked when I realized it was Nate and I was dressed like this. What in the hell was I going to do?
“Actually, I quit on my own dude, but I better not hear you talk shit about Della again or you can get your ass out now.”
I did a silent fist pump for my boyfriend as I searched through the dark room for some actual clothes, there was no way this was going to be wasted on Nate, but paused when I heard Justin sigh loudly from the living room.
“Okay, fine. I promise I’ll behave myself,” Nate replied. “So what’s the deal? You’ve been acting like your dog got ran over. Do we need to have some girl talk?” I rolled my eyes, but stood at the door, my arms crossed over my chest. I really didn’t like to be the spying girlfriend, but Justin was never in a bad mood, so I wanted to hear what the problem was.
I only heard a muffled response, so I cracked the door open slightly and tiptoed into the hallway.
“Dude, you can tell me whatever the hell it is. Just get it off your chest. It’ll probably help,” Nate replied in a serious tone. I was actually sort of surprised; maybe that was why Justin was still friends with him. He seemed to actually have a decent side to him.
“This girl came into Shorty’s the other night when Della was there,” he started and my stomach instantly clenched, a cold chill running throughout my entire body. I really didn’t want to hear the rest, I could only guess what it was, but I couldn’t pull myself away. “She kept staring at us the whole time, but I swear I don’t know who the fuck she was. Maybe a one night stand I had in the past, but never while I was with Della.”
I felt relief wash throughout my body, and I really wanted to hunt that girl down and bitch slap her for letting me ever doubt my boyfriend. He was perfect.
“O-kay,” Nate dragged out. “I really don’t see what the issue is then.”
“The issue is that seeing that girl brought out some major guilt that I’ve been feeling. I really fucked up, man, and I don’t know what to do.” Hold up, rewind that thought. What in the hell was going on? My heart started to race, all of the different possibilities running through my head, and none of them seemed pretty.