Champagne Brunch: The Stiletto Sisters Series by Ainsley Claire (e ink manga reader TXT) 📕

could use my friends and some liquid refreshment. Drinks at Tiger Den at 6:30?

 

Toni: You’re singing my song. Yes, please!

 

Caroline: I’ll be there.

 

Claire: I have a Flirt drink date. He’s changed the date three times, though. I’m not optimistic.

 

Elena: Count me in.

 

Tinsley: I will be there early. I need the excuse to get out of here. I may even show up at 5, if anyone’s interested.

 

Ryder: Can’t do 5, but I’ll be there at 5:30.

Me: Thanks, you guys. I really need this tonight.

I hit the gym and have to push myself to do thirty minutes of cardio. Normally I would get on the elliptical for an hour, but I can’t find anything to distract me from Axel. And I can’t think about this mess for an hour straight.

After my not-so-vigorous workout, I go back home to pull together what I need to pack for Maui. Nothing is working for me, though, so I feel like some new outfits must be the answer. I make plans with my personal shopper tomorrow morning so I’ll have some cute things to wear this weekend, and then I get ready for drinks with the girls.

When I walk into the Tiger Den, Tinsley is sitting at our corner table.

She stands and gives me a hug. “What did he do?” she asks.

I shrug, trying not to cry. “He’s giving me the cold shoulder, and he canceled on joining me in Maui. So again, I’m going to be stuck at a poker event and wedding by myself. I swore after Mason and Caroline’s wedding that I’d never be single at a friend’s wedding, and here I am a year later—four more gatherings, and I’m still going by myself.”

“As a bridesmaid in my wedding, I fully expect you to come by yourself so you can cater to my every whim,” Tinsley teases.

I laugh. “At least the expectations are all set.”

“I’m really sorry he’s an ass.”

“Honestly, it’s not totally his fault. I was accosted during a date, thanks to Viv’s publicity machine, and I freaked. We never talked about it. Who knows what he’s read on the internet since then.”

“If the guy is going to be bothered by media hounds, it’s better he realize that now than after you fall for him.”

I sigh.

“No. Oh, sweetie. Did you already fall for him?”

I shrug. “Maybe.”

Tinsley gives me a big hug. “What do you want to drink?”

“I’m considering going with tequila.”

“Let’s do it. I’ll save you from getting totally wasted and drunk-dialing him later.”

I grin at Tinsley. She’s so perceptive. “That sounds like the voice of experience.”

“I never drunk-dialed Landon when we were dating.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Okay, who hasn’t drunk-dialed someone?”

Just then Claire comes in in a flurry. She has a bouquet of flowers with a red heart balloon attached that she’s written something on. She stops at the bar and orders before she comes over.

“What is this?” I ask.

“Read it. It’s a quote by my favorite philosopher.”

I start to read.

“Out loud,” Claire singsongs.

“’Only time can heal your broken heart. Just as only time can heal his broken arms and legs.’ Miss Piggy.”

We all laugh.

“Thank you.” I give her a side hug as Tommy places a flight of sex on the beach drinks on the table in front of us.

“I told her no drunk-dialing tonight,” Tinsley warns.

Claire rolls her eyes. “Maybe I’ll drunk-dial him and tell him he’s being an ass. Plus, I just thought she could use them as a push toward her weekend in Maui.”

I chuckle. “Thank you.”

Ryder walks in with a tall, pink bakery box. She always has the line on good desserts. She presents it to me, and when I lift the lid, I’m sure I turn the same color as the box. They’re erotic cupcakes. Each has a three-inch penis on top.

“They’re cock pops,” she announces.

“Oh, let me see,” Claire says. “I think they used my last boyfriend for the model.”

We break down into giggles.

“He was small like that.” She shakes her head. “You never knew if he was inside or not. It was terribly inconvenient.”

Ryder takes her cock pop and starts licking away. It’s like a lesson in oral sex on a tiny penis. We’re a puddle of laughs as she passes out our treats.

Then Caroline arrives with a beautiful black box and insists that I open it immediately. Inside is a bright purple silicone vibrator.

“It’s a Soraya. It’s ah-maze-ing. Mine got me through a few nights before Mason pulled his head out of his ass—well, and maybe we’ve used it a few times together since.” She winks, and I laugh. “It’s a triple threat. It has incredible clitoral stimulation, a pulsating tip that hits your G-spot just right, and it pushes in and out like the gentle touch of a lover’s fingers.” She leans into the table, picks up a cupcake, and begins licking her own cock pop. “But I warn you, you may never need another boyfriend.”

“I love mine!” Ryder announces. “I use it almost every day. It’s incredible.”

I close the box, too embarrassed to admit that I love it.

Toni has arrived now, and she also has a large bag. I’m almost afraid to ask what’s in it. She reaches in and pulls out a dartboard with a picture of a younger Axel.

“Oh no!” I put my hand over my mouth. “We can’t.”

“Oh yes we can,” she announces. “And we will.”

She takes a hammer out of her bag, pounds a big nail into the wall, and hangs the board on it.

Tommy rushes over. “What are you doing?”

“We’re setting up a game of darts.”

“You’re going to pay for the damage,” he warns.

“I’m good for it.” Toni grins. She pulls out several darts