Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1409

Men like that are always two-faced—cool as ice during the day, hot as fire at night. The more distant they act under the sun, the more intense they get after dark!

Elysia’s heart was pounding as she read the group chat, her cheeks burning. Blossom just had to tag her directly:

Elysia, is it true? Is Mr. Bradford really that hot at night?

Elysia: “……”

She swallowed, hesitated for ages, and finally typed back,

He’s definitely not the same man at night as he is during the day.

Winona chimed in immediately,

Come on, Blossom, trust me! I may have only hooked up with Zane Livingston, but I’ve seen a lot! Take your sister’s advice—you won’t regret it. Pick something for yourself!

Then she tagged Elysia: And you better hurry and choose, too. Your hubby’s birthday is at the end of the month!

Almost against her will, Elysia clicked through the photos her friends had sent—lingerie shots, skimpy and bold, making her heart race.

Can anyone really wear something this revealing? she typed, her fingers trembling.

Winona replied bluntly,

Girl, you’re married! There’s nothing on you Mr. Bradford hasn’t seen before. Men love a little mystery—leave him wanting more!

You’ve got a killer figure. Show it off!

Elysia: “……”

“What’s got you so focused, huh?” Tarquin’s voice suddenly sounded right behind her.

Elysia jumped, dropping her phone to the floor, screen up for all the world to see.

Mortified, she lunged for it, but Tarquin got there first.

Just then, another photo from Winona popped up—a black lace number, barely there at all.

Elysia, this one’s perfect for you! You’re so soft and fair-skinned, black lace will look insanely hot on you. Mr. Bradford won’t know what hit him—he’ll spoil you rotten!

Elysia: “……”

She cursed Tarquin under her breath as she crawled back into bed, sleeping straight through until afternoon.

When she woke again, it was already two o’clock.

Her phone was full of messages from Tarquin, Winona, and Blossom. She replied to them all before heading downstairs for something to eat.

Clayton Hawkins and Pamela Patel were in the living room. As soon as Elysia appeared, Clayton called out,

“Sleeping Beauty’s finally up! Hungry?”

Elysia: “…Starving.”

“I saved you some lunch. Let me go heat it up.”

Clayton headed straight for the kitchen with practiced ease.

Pamela gave her a curious look. “Late night? You slept half the day!”

Elysia blushed, mumbling, “…Just went to bed late.”