Chapter 46. At Sin City Chic pt. 2

Hermes POV

“Aren’t we done yet?” I snap, flicking my watch for the umpteen time.

“Christ, Hermes. It’s been thirty minutes and you’re whining like a girl,” Ted mutters as the attendants wrestle his sleeves.

“You’re still paying me back for losing that bet to Jake,” Gavin grumbles, adjusting the gray suit in the mirror.

Jake just laughs, and say smugly. “Told you he’d forget the appointment.”

I exhale hard through my nose, dragging a hand down my face. This was a fucking mistake.

Coming to Vegas Vogue for a goddamn fitting I don’t even care about, and sitting through this bullshit gala prep. I shouldn’t have invited these idiots in the first place.

That’s on me. I thought it would keep my mind off what that bitch did to me, but it didn’t. It just makes me want to put my fist through the nearest mirror.

“Aren’t you guys busy or something? Why waste an entire fucking day just prepping for a gala?” I ask, crossing my arms.

Ted