Page 24 of Don't Fall For Your Fake Boyfriend

Clara’s eyes shoot over at Shayne. “Speak for your own man. Ben gives me my own showing every night.”

Hartford covers her ears. “I seriously don’t want to hear about that.”

Emma laughs. “Yeah, Axel definitely still has the moves.”

Shayne shrugs. “Dang, I need to make Damien dance for me. Oh, I’m doing that tonight.”

“Oh my god. Stop please,” Hartford pleas with a laugh. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Has Paxton ever stripped for you?” Emma asks Hartford.

Hartford’s cheeks turn bright pink as she drops her hands from her ears. “No comment,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. The room falls silent for a split second before erupting into laughter. Carol, standing beside her, looks mortified, her face a mix of embarrassment and amusement. Hartford’s mother, Jackie, sensing the moment, wraps a comforting arm around Carol.

“Okay, ladies,” Jackie announces with a warm smile, “we’re going to go shopping and let you all finish up here.”

As Jackie and Carol leave the room, the rest of us break out into an enormous outrage of laughter, the sound echoing off the walls.

“Paxton and Hartford get into the kinky shit,” Felicity says, with a wink.

Hartford’s face is completely red, and she shakes her head. “Not that freaky, but just a little.”

I want to ask her for more details, but my mind travels to Brock. I wonder what he’s like in bed. Would he be into kinky shit?

The thought has me biting my lower lip, and I quickly survey the room.

“I’m more excited about tonight,” I say, changing the subject.

“We’ve got the VIP room stocked with everything you ladies could possibly want,” Clara says, her eyes shining with happiness.

We’re having Hartford’s bachelorette party here tonight, and the thought of watching men dance around on stage makes me giggle. I’ve never been very adventurous with sex, and Lake was a bore in the bedroom, so my imagination runs wild.

“Tonight is going to be fun. Too bad none of us are single,” Hartford says.

I am, but of course I can’t very well say that.

“Tonight we can act single,” Anya says with a laugh. “Just a little.”

“Well, we’ve got a surprise there too,” Clara says with a wink.

“What?” Hartford parks a hand on her hip. “What’s the surprise?”

Clara shakes her head. “Oh no, you’re not getting that out of me.”

Now we’re all curious.

“I think cake production is going to stop until we all know what the surprise is,” February says, holding up her hands in the air, like she doesn’t plan on continuing until Clara spills the tea.

“Okay, Ben convinced the guys to dance for you all tonight.”

Hartford’s face twists in confusion, and I have to agree, I’m pretty confused too.

“My cousins?” Hartford asks.

Clara shakes her head slowly. “All of them. Paxton, your cousins, Paxton’s brothers, everyone.”

My eyes widen, and I lock eyes with Anya.

“Wait, I have to watch my brothers strip?” She makes a gagging face, and we all laugh.