<h4>Chapter 45 - Have Fun(Mini Mass Release 3/3)</h4>


    "I know what you are thinking Le. And I need you to stop worrying."


    La turned her head and scowled at Mnie. "Really? What am I thinking?"


    "You''re worried about how Adam will behave. But we''ve already worked out an arrangement. So you do not need to be concerned."


    La narrowed her eyes, clearly not convinced. With a dramatic huff, she shot to her feet, cing her hands on her hips. "Fine. Let''s go. I don''t care what kind of ridiculous agreement you''ve concocted with that Hotness Overload—" she waved a dismissive hand, "—but let him know, if he ever hurts you, I will personally set him on fire. Literally."


    Mnie pressed her lips together, trying not tough.


    La continued, her voice dripping with menace. "I never went after Spencer because you loved him..." She trailed off, her expression suddenly shifting, a slow and wicked grin spreading across her face while Mnie''s smile disappeared slowly...


    Mnie stiffened. She knew that look. She had seen it before—when someone had the audacity to underestimate La, to mistreat her or someone she cared about. La always yed the harmless, carefree fool, but the moment someone crossed the line, they wouldn''t even see their downfalling.


    Before Mnie could react, La had already pulled out her phone. She tapped the screen with purpose, her wicked smile deepening as she brought the device to her ear. "Hey," she purred sweetly. "I need Spencer Collins'' whereabouts. Right now."


    Mnie''s stomach dropped. "La..."


    La clicked her tongue yfully as she ended the call. She turned to Mnie, her grin widening. "Let''s go, sister. It''s time to have fun."


    Mnie, however, remained rooted to her seat, warily eyeing her best friend. She had seen this side of La in action before, and it never ended well for the person on the receiving end.


    La may have chosen to live in a modest private studio out of sheer stubbornness, but that didn''t change the fact that she was the only daughter of the city''s mayor—a man who would have happily built her an empire of mansions if she had so much as hinted at wanting them.


    It was also why she had asked La to contact the police and stay on alert when she went to meet Old man Grif. Only a few people were aware of this connection and that was also one of the reasons why Grif''s matter had been handled so quietly. It was the mayor''s orders.


    La tugged at Mnie''s hands once more, trying to pull her toward the bedroom. When Mnie refused to budge, crossing her arms in silent resistance, La huffed and swiftly switched tactics from forceful to pleading and cute.


    "Come on, Mel! Let''s go out and have some <i>fun</i>," she wheedled, her voice taking on an exaggeratedly sweet tone. She even added a pout for extra cuteness "You need this. And—oh!—I just happen to have some brand-new outfits that I''ve been dying to try on. I even got two pairs in different sizes—one for you, one for me. Just imagine us twinning at the club, looking stunning, having the time of our lives."


    Mnie narrowed her eyes, not impressed by the bribe or the look. Sorry. She was immune to the puppy dog look. "No. I am not taking part in whatever scheme you''re cooking up."


    La gasped dramatically, clutching at her chest as if Mnie had just delivered a fatal blow. Then, with a deep sigh, she pouted. "Not fair," she grumbled. "Okay, fine. I promise I won''t do anything to him."


    But even as she spoke, she quickly crossed her toes inside her heels, a sly trick she had perfected as a child whenever she needed to tell a little lie. There was no way she was letting Spencer Collins walk away unscathed. She would just have to be sneaky about it.


    For now, though, she needed to get Mnie out of the house.


    "Come on, Mel," she coaxed, looping her arm through her''s and giving her a little shake. "We''re not doing anything crazy. Just a little harmless fun. We''ll go out, have a few drinks, and—oh!—just so happens to let that bastard see howpletely over him you are." She grinned wickedly. "What''s the harm in that?"


    And that was how Mnie found herself standing in front of a full-length mirror, staring at her own reflection in disbelief.


    The silver-gray mini dress hugged her curves like a second skin, the silky material shimmering under the warm glow of the vanity lights. The hemline barely reached mid-thigh, exposing more leg than she had shown in years. It felt foreign, almost unnatural. She shifted slightly, tugging at the fabric as if that would somehow make it feel less revealing.


    It had been <i>so</i> long since she had worn anything this daring, if at all. She was not a party person.


    Her frown deepened as she opened her mouth to protest—but before she could say a word, La let out a loud squeal.


    "My, my! I <i>never</i> knew you had something like this hiding under those prim and proper dresses of yours!"


    Mnie blinked, startled.


    La had crouched down, her gaze locked onto Mnie''s upper thigh with a look of pure mischief.


    Frowning, Mnie followed her gaze—only for her stomach to drop.


    The delicate gold chain wrapped snugly around her thigh, its thin links glinting under the soft light. Her breath hitched. She had forgotten about it.


    Or rather, she had tried to forget.


    Because every time she thought about that chain, the memoriey from this morning came rushing back—of his hands that had fastened it around her skin, the lingering touch, the hot kiss on her rest.


    Her fingers twitched at her sides, and heat crept up her neck, revealing the truth to La''s discerning eyes as she whistled and stood up," Did he put it on you himself?"


    Mnie nodded slowly and La whooped," Holy shi*! I have a new appreciation for Hotness Overload here...Hehe! I think he might just be the one to coax out the naughty Mnie..."