“Relax,” Lucy reassured her worried friend, “I’ll take care of him like he’s my own. No little floozy will get near him while I’m around,” she smiled, flashing her gleaming white teeth.
Avery nodded, though she wasn’t entirely reassured. Wasn’t three months a long time? She and Matthew had only been together for six months.
“He adores you. Just look at him. He’s in love with you.”0
Indeed, Matthew treated her like a queen. He anticipated her every thought and was a wonderful lover. That part, only Lucy knew. She was the only one Avery had told about the young man’s impressive… attributes. And it was also exclusively to her best friend that she confided about Matthew’s incredible imagination. Their sex life was anything but monotonous. And Lucy always listened enthusiastically when Avery talked about her boyfriend.
Lucy stretched out on the blanket. Naturally, she made sure to position herself in a way that highlighted her long, shapely legs. She subtly pressed her arms together to enhance her cleavage. Hers wasn’t much larger than Avery’s, but Lucy knew how to pick clothes that made her appear more voluptuous.
Matthew rested with his eyes closed. The previous night’s party had gone on for a long time, and the whole group lay sluggishly on the beach. It wasn’t hard for Lucy to maneuver things so that she ended up lying next to him. No one thought it strange that Avery’s boyfriend and her best friend got along so well.
“Can you take me home?” Lucy asked in a whining tone.
She adjusted her straw hat and put on her pink sunglasses.
“Of course,” Matthew replied readily.
“Will you stop by the store with me first? I need to buy a case of mineral water.”
The young man nodded. His gaze drifted to Lucy’s hand as she brushed sand off her inner thigh with slow movements. Then, he watched as she adjusted her burgundy bikini top over her shapely chest.
It had been two months since Avery left. He missed her—not just her, but her body. Terribly.
“Don’t look so glum, come on, have some fun, you deserve it,” Lucy purred.
She took the glass from Matthew’s hand and led him to the dance floor.
“You know I’m not much of a dancer, Lucy,” Avery’s boyfriend protested.
With a quick movement, Lucy pressed herself against him. She’d blame it on the alcohol later. She squeezed her thigh between Matthew’s legs, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and began to sway her hips sensually.
“Just let go,” she whispered into Matthew’s ear, letting her lips brush against his earlobe.
With the close body contact, Lucy felt she had succeeded. She bit her lip in delight.
“If she really cared about you, Avery would be here right now and not on the other side of the world,” Lucy delivered the final blow to their relationship.
She had no intention of getting dressed. She didn’t want Matthew to have second thoughts. The last thing she needed was for him to dismiss it as a one-time fling. She raised both arms above her head, as if stretching, but it made her chest look fuller, and she wanted Matthew to be unable to resist her anymore.
“This stays between us, right?”
“What do you mean?” Lucy asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, this… this little mistake of ours…”
He couldn’t finish the sentence. Lucy pounced on him with such fervor that he couldn’t resist.
It didn’t even take a year for the group of friends to forget that Matthew had ever been with Avery. Avery, who was once Lucy’s best friend.