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Chapter Twenty-Three: Rachel's Revenge

Rose had left Emmett's house on Sunday feel on top of the fucking world. She felt like she could fly, as if nothing could bring her down. Untouchable. Emmett kissed her goodbye, his lips urgent against hers before had he finally released her and let her get into the car. His hands were curled into tight firsts by his sides, as if he was trying not to touch her, and just let her go home. She loved it.

Driving down the road, Rose had left, a smile on her face, so wide her cheeks were aching.

That night they talked again on the phone—just talking. Emmett had taken his toy back with a glint in his eye. "I want you so needy next weekend that you can't fucking think straight," he told her. "I want you dripping down your thighs with want when you see me."

And fucking drip did she.

Monday was a blur of work for Rose. It was full steam ahead for the projects that Riley had proposed, but their plans had been snagged slightly when the printers they usually used on site had stopped working. The technicians had no clue what was wrong with them, so they would probably have to outsource to another company if they couldn't get them fixed in a few days. That made Riley and Rose's job harder as they had to make sure that everything was exactly as they wanted, and sometimes Rose found it best to leave what she was working on for a few days and then come back to it.

When she finally walked into Clearwater's, Rose was tired, hungry, and thirsty. She was more than relieved when she saw a berry drink being placed in her spot by Leah. She never had a drink and then drove. It wasn't worth the risk.

"Chicken burger with extra cheese, onions, and fries?" Leah asked, and Rose nodded, giving her a thankful smile.

"Thanks, Leah."

Sitting down at the table, Rose took a long gulp of her drink, enjoying the way the cold liquid soothed her throat.

"I needed that," Rose said, placing it back down on the table to see four sets of curious eyes looking at her.

"What?" Rose asked, suddenly feeling slightly conscious that she'd maybe spilt some lunch on her top or had even been walking around with crumbs in the corners of her mouth.

"You had sex," Rachel remarked, rather loudly making Rose blush.

"No," Kate said, shaking her head. "She didn't just have sex… she had amazing sex!"

"Keep your voices down!" Rose hissed—did the whole of Clearwater's really need to know that she'd spent the weekend with her pussy wrapped around the most delicious cock she had ever had the privilege of riding? That said cock had probably ruined all future cock for her?

"So, you're not denying it?" Esme asked.

Rose's face got very hot as her cheeks and forehead flamed. Embarrassed under their scrutiny, she looked down at the table. "Emmett and I had sex."

The squeals of delight that flew up around the table were so fucking loud that Rose wondered how the windows didn't shatter.

"How was it?"

"Did you scene?"

"How are you feeling?"

"Are you alright?"

The questions were thrown at her from all angles, making Rose smile. "One at a time!" she giggled. "It was… amazing. We didn't scene, but we are going to this weekend. I feel wonderful. And I'm okay," she said, addressing each question in turn.

Her four friends stared back at her, broad smiles on their faces.

"Rose—that's so good," Esme said from where she sat next to her. She wrapped an arm around Rose's shoulder and gave her a hug. When Esme had entered the BDSM scene, she'd struggled to separate what her ex had said to her and what happened in the playroom. She was probably one of the only people sitting at this table who would ever get the closest to understanding how Rose felt.

"When I'm with Emmett, I don't feel breakable," Rose admitted. "I feel… good, strong." Realizing that she had, in fact, missed out on probably the most important part of the weekend, Rose watched her friend's faces. "And Emmett and I decided to start dating."

"What?" Never had four people ever been so in sync as her friends had at that point.

"That's huge!" Kate exclaimed. Everyone but Bella had started BDSM relationships with their partners before dating them. Kate and Garrett had taken the longest time to get together mainly because of Kate's reluctance to tell Garrett how she felt. Rachel and Paul were the quickest, after just one night, and for Esme and Carlisle, it took a couple of months.

"Yeah. I'm excited," Rose admitted. "He's taking me out Wednesday for dinner and a movie."

"Oh, Rose," Rachel said, leaning across and gently squeezing her hand. She knew how much this meant to her; how hard Rose had worked to get to this place.

"But enough about me," Rose said, feeling slightly uncomfortable with all the attention being on her. "I want to hear about Renee."

Bella groaned, throwing her head back as she did. "Well, she's not talking to me… not that that's a bad thing."

Immediately, Rose turned to Rachel. "What did you do?"

The grin on Rachel's face was huge, her dark eyes glinting under the lights of the bar. "I just gave Renee a taste of her own medicine."

Unable to stifle the giggle that bubbled up in her throat, Bella picked up her phone from the table, her finger dancing across the screen until she turned it to face them.

The mouthful of water that Kate had just taken was spat out all over the table as she gasped, coughed, and then laughed all at the same time. Esme's hand came up to her mouth, and Rachel looked pleased as fucking punch at what she'd done.

Rose stared at the screen. "Oh, Rachel." She was so glad she was on Rachel's good side. "How has your mom reacted?" Rose then asked Bella.

She was smiling. "With confusion at first and then horror, and then she demanded I take it down and stop interfering in her life."

"You mean, like she did to you?" Kate countered, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"Exactly," Bella said. "But I think she's learned her lesson. The profile she set up for me has mysteriously disappeared." She turned to Rachel, phone in hand. "So, you can take it down now."

Rachel pouted. "Oh, but it was so much fun—and people really like her!" She took the phone from Bella. "Who knew she would be such a hit with the furry community?"

That statement started a fresh round of laughter up. Rachel had managed to impose a photo of Renee's head onto the body of what was supposed to be a purple cat in the furry community. It looked as real as could be. The sentence under it read: I'm a pretty pussy looking for someone to stroke me and give me milk. Could you be my new Master?

"Did she even know what the furry community was?" Esme asked.

Bella shook her head. "Nope. She had to Google it, and because she was logged into Facebook at the time, she keeps getting all the ads for furry sex sites."

"If ever I want to get revenge on someone, remind me to come to you," Kate said to Rachel as she shook her head.

"It's one of my special skills… that and squirting."

Another round of giggles erupted from the table.

And for a second, just for a second, Rose was taken back, to all those months ago, before anything happened. To when she felt normal. They'd been giggling about the play sessions they'd all had at the weekend, sharing stories of their passion and lust-filled days. A sense of sadness swept over Rose. She'd missed this, talking about their lives. Since it had happened, her friends had all been very sensitive, not to mention anything about that aspect of their relationships and lives.

"Are you alright?" Esme asked, immediately picking up on Rose's change in mood.

Rose nodded. "Yeah, just thinking."

"About?" Rachel prompted.

But Rose didn't want to spoil the evening. She didn't want to focus on what had happened. Not tonight. "Nothing important."

Her friends regarded her for a moment, and Rose could just hear the unspoken questions in their minds. Did they push it? Make sure that she was really okay? Or did they just move on?

Kate was the first to break the silence. "Alright—maybe this'll cheer you up." She dug around in the huge bag that she toted around and finally produced several purple slips of paper. She handed them around.

"The Red Lady?" Rachel read. "50% off coupon."

"Yeah, it's the new sex shop that opened up on Fletcher Street—next to the vintage clothes shop?"

"Is that the shop opposite the music place where Edward sometimes teaches?"

"Yeah, that's the one!" Kate confirmed. "The lady who owns it is divorcing her husband, and she hired me as her lawyer. Not only did I get her full custody of her kids, but she also got a great child support deal, so she gave me some coupons."

"Edward's heading there tomorrow; I'll have to get him to check it out," Bella said, her eyes slightly glazed.

"That's nice of her," Esme commented, even though Rose could tell that her thoughts were on expanding her toy collection.

"She's a lovely lady, no clue why she married the douche she did." Just as Kate said that, Seth and Leah came over, a tray in each of their hands with plates of food on.

Rose's stomach rumbled, and her mouth watered when she caught sight of the chicken burger with extra cheese and onions and the crisp fries that were piled up at the side. It was Harry's original recipe and probably one of her favorite things on the menu.

Seth and Leah gave them their orders, checked they didn't want anything else and then left.

"Before we start, I think we should have a toast," Kate said, raising her glass. Rachel, Esme, Bella, and Rose all did the same. "To Rachel's revenge." That earned another giggle. "And to Rosalie's new beginning."

Her four friends shared a look. "To Rosalie's new beginning," they all toasted.

Rose would be lying if she said that she didn't have a large smile on her face. She was more than excited about this new beginning. She was fucking ecstatic.

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