He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Scar’s POV

Dear Diary

Club Drei translates to “Club Three” in German, which feels oddly innocent for a place with a reputation like this. When I asked Summer what actually goes on there, she just grinned

and told me to brace myself for an adventure–and to bring lube.

I listened.

After Natalie’s little talk and a longer one with Gavin–who promised he’d gladly help me get ready–I went out and bought anal plugs. Gavin has been working with me all week, slowly leveling me up in size. We don’t really have sex anymore, not the way we used to, but we’ve still gotten each other off a couple times. He’s solid. A real friend.

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“Maisie, seriously, thank you for letting me raid your boutique,” I told her, staring at the dresses she’d pulled onto the floor like she was curating my entire personality for the night.

“Please,” she said, waving it off. “Anytime. And I brought back a few things from Paris after my runway show. The designer basically told Gavin and me to keep everything we modeled, plus some extras. Want to see?”

“I do!” Summer practically shouted.

I glanced around. “Where’s Gavin?”

“He’s got a date,” Maisie said. “So he bailed. It’s just us tonight.” Then, with a wicked little

sigh, she added, “Hopefully I run into someone truly depraved. I’m craving DPV.”

I blinked. “DPV?”

Summer’s eyes went wide like I’d confessed I didn’t know what a fork was. “Double

penetration.”

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“Wait–like… in your vagina? Two at once?”

Summer’s grin turned downright sinful as she nodded.

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“It hurts,” she said, like that was the point, “but the good kind. You need lube–like, obscene

amounts. And I have to be really turned on. I usually want two average ones, but I’ll take

one big and one smaller too. The stretch is… unreal. I’ve even squirted from DP.”

“Oh, I can do that,” I said, surprised by how casual I sounded. “Hit the right spot and I’m

basically Niagara Falls.”

Summer’s laugh came out loud enough to summon Maisie from the back room. When Summer repeated what I’d said, Maisie doubled over too. Apparently I’m hilarious and no

one told me.

“Girl,” Maisie managed, wiping at her eyes, “you say the wildest things.”

Then she started laying out the Paris pieces like a dealer offering contraband. I grabbed a

red dress from her hands before she could even finish her pitch.

“This is stunning,” I said, running my fingers over it. “And it’s so light–how is it not heavier

with all that beading?”

“Go put it on,” she ordered.

In the fitting room mirror, it clung to me like it had been made with my measurements in

mind. It was almost a bodysuit–open back, a fringe skirt that begged to be seen moving,

sheer lace across the bodice, and beading that caught even the smallest flicker of light.

I swayed my hips just to watch the fringe dance.

A giggle slipped out. I felt pretty. Like, really pretty.

When I stepped back out front, Maisie’s eyes lit up. “Ohhh. That’s it. That’s your dress.”

“I love it,” I admitted.

“Good,” she said immediately. “It’s yours. And those silver sparkly heels over there? Put

them on.”

I did. She was right–they made the red look even sharper.

Maisie ducked behind the glass counter, pulled out a silver hair clip shaped like a crystal

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ring, and had my hair twisted up into a neat bun before I could argue. The clip locked it in place. Then she added dangling silver earrings that brushed my neck when I moved.

“I was going to do a necklace,” she said, studying me, “but you need a choker. I’ve got the

perfect one.”

She disappeared for a second and returned with a long rectangular box. Inside was a delicate silver chain choker–tiny links, almost like it was poured rather than assembled. She fastened it around my throat, and a longer chain fell down my spine to mid–back.

I touched the front and leaned toward the mirror near the counter. A small circle of

diamonds sat against my throat like a bright secret.

“It’s gorgeous, Maisie.”

“Thanks,” she said, pleased. “I designed it.”

“Of course you did,” I muttered. “You’re a whole fashion empire by yourself.”

She flushed.

Summer pointed at me. “Mask?”

“In my bag.”

I hurried over, dug out a velvet box, and opened it. The mask was silver, crystals ringing the eyes and running down the sides of the nose. It tied in back, and Summer stepped in to help me secure it.

“Okay,” she said, stepping back. “You look unreal. Silver and red were made for you.”

“Take a picture,” I said. “I told Milo I’d send one.”

Maisie made a noise like she approved of my taste. “Milo. That man is… dangerous.”

“You know him?” I asked, striking a pose as Summer lifted my phone.

“Not really,” Maisie said. “But I’ve seen him at the condo pool when I’m visiting Summer. He’s always with this friend–just as gorgeous. Tall, built, tattoos everywhere. Black hair, green eyes. The first time I saw him, I swear I almost came.”

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“Oh,” Summer cut in, laughing. “You mean Jace. Yeah. He’s F.I.N.E. Sometimes I’ve wondered if he and Milo have something going on. They’re… close. Like, really close.”

“He didn’t mention a Jace,” I said, frowning. I replayed the date in my head–dinner, talking, laughing, the way it had been so easy with him. Friends somehow hadn’t come up.

Maisie’s brows jumped. “Hold on. You went on a date with Milo?”

“Oh–right,” I said. “That night you, Summer, and Gavin did the… food threesome.” I couldn’t hide the grimace. Sex with food still didn’t compute for me. I probably should ask how that

even works.

“Don’t be judgy,” Maisie said, smirking. “Sucking whipped cream off Gavin’s dick is top–tier

entertainment.”

I laughed despite myself. “Okay, that part I can picture. I just worry about, you know… a vagina’s whole delicate ecosystem.”

“We don’t put food in the vagina,” Summer said, like she was explaining a safety guideline. “Everything else is fair game. And Gavin gets cleaned up before he puts that thing anywhere important.”

We all cracked up.

“Anyway,” Maisie said, waving for me to continue, “tell me about the date.”

“I cooked,” I said. “We ate, we talked forever. It was stupidly easy to open up to him. I liked

that.”