The devil made me do it
JENNIE
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It's official. I now hate weddings.
After ordering the cake Chan wanted and a long lunch with Chaeng where we went over dresses, themes, colors, and wedding favors, I hurried back to the office exhausted, heart-sore, and a little tipsy. Of course, Nayeon felt the need to point out how long I'd been gone, and when I told her I was lunching with the client, she began ranting and raving about me trying to undermine her. This resulted in both of us being pulled into Jisoo's office, and me being told to take a step back. I don't really understand why I've been relegated to deck hand in the first place when it's my supposed best friend and my ex-fiancé getting married.
Okay, so maybe it makes sense. But Nayeon doesn't know them like I do. My co-worker doesn't know that Chaeng has always dreamed of a rustic-style wedding in a Hudson Valley vine yard, she hates peonies, and she doesn't understand the point of spending thousands of dollars in a single day like Nayeon is forcing her and Chan to do.
This is exactly why I should be in charge. Sure, it is a little awkward, but I have a job to do, and I am capable of doing it. Only Chaeng has vetoed me having any further input than a regular maid of honor might.
Today sucked. All I want now is a glass of wine, a whole carton of Magnolia cupcakes, reruns of Supernatural, and to snuggle my dogs. When I get home though, I discover the meaning of demonic possession because they've been very bad pups and ruined my living room curtains. I might burst into tears if one more thing goes wrong, so I feed them, and head straight for my bedroom where I curl up and fall asleep.
An incessant buzzing wakes me, and I slam my hands down on my phone. It continues to buzz. Next, I try the clock radio, but it doesn't stop. I glare up at the dark ceiling of my bedroom and it dawns on me where the sound is coming from. "Goddamn it, Lisa."
I roll over and yank open my bedside drawer, determined to find it and throw it out the damn window. It's clearly expensive and well-made, but I'm pretty sure even it couldn't survive a six-story fall. I finally grasp it and yank it out, only it gets tangled up in the cord from the charger and I accidentally drop it on my stomach. The vibrations are strong, and an involuntary moan escapes me. I cover my mouth in surprise. I take a deep breath and lift the tiny device before I can get too carried away. The vibrations tickle my hand. I run my fingertips over the smooth silicone and wonder what it would feel like. Then I do something I swore I would never do. I lift my skirt, slide my panties down, and use the vibrator Lisa gave me. After all, it's not like she'll ever know. It's not as if I thought about her at all.
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