My Fiancé Was Sexting My Best Friend novel Chapter 2

I turned.

Maya stood in the doorway, but she wasn't the girl in the leather jacket anymore.

She’d changed into a black leather dress. Skin-tight. The V-neck plunged almost to her navel. The hem was dangerously high on her thighs.

This wasn't the Maya I knew.

"You… changed," I stammered.

"What? You don't like it?" She did a little spin, the leather skirt riding up even higher. "Thought I'd try a new look."

My eyes were glued to her.

Her body… I’d never noticed how sexy she was.

"It's… different."

"Catherine, for the last time, don't marry him."

Her words were like a splash of cold water.

"What?"

"Luciano Carbone is too dangerous." Maya walked toward me, her heels clicking sharply on the floor. "He’s killed people, Catherine. A lot of them."

"That's not news." I took a step back. "I know who he is. I know what his family does."

"You don't know shit," she hissed, her fingers digging into my arm like claws. "You watch movies and think you know the life? The reality is a thousand times uglier."

I shook her hand off. "We've had this conversation a million times. You fight with Luciano every time you see him."

Maya's face hardened.

She turned away, pissed at my reaction.

"May, wait." I went after her. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry... I know you're just worried about me. And I worry about you, too."

I bit my lip, then asked the question that was eating at me. "Are you seeing someone?"

Her whole body went stiff.

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason, just… a woman's intuition." I tried to sound casual. "If you are, I just hope you're being careful. Stay safe."

Maya spun around to face me, her green eyes burning with fury.

"Stay safe?" she repeated, as if the word was poison.

"I mean… if he's into... rougher stuff. You have to be safe."

"Rougher stuff?" Her voice got colder. "Like what?"

My face flushed. "You know what I mean."

Maya suddenly laughed, but the sound sent a chill down my spine.

"Catherine Sterling, the little princess." She stalked toward me. "You think I need your advice? You think I don't know how to handle a man?"

"I didn't—"

"Yes, you did!" she exploded. "Always the fucking saint, aren't you? St. Catherine, looking down on me from your ivory tower. Am I your pet project? Your charity case?"

"May, I never—"

"You can't stand it when I have something you don't, can you? A little fun, a little danger." Her eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

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