~ Evie ~
It's Saturday morning, and I'm already a wreck. The Pooles are coming over any minute now, and my stomach's twisting like I ate bad takeout. I mean, what the hell? One minute I'm riding Jack's c**k, and now this rich family shows up to basically hand me off to their son like it's some arranged marriage bullshit. Dad and Claire are buzzing around the kitchen, setting out coffee and those fancy pastries Claire baked last night. They look so damn happy, like this is the best thing ever. Me? I'm just trying not to puke.
The doorbell rings, and Dad yells, "They're here!" like it's Christmas. I smooth down my dress - nothing too sexy, just a simple sundress that hugs my t**s a bit - and head to the door with everyone. Jack's right behind me, his hand brushing my ass for a split second
