Addicted After All (Addicted #3)(123)

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LILY CALLOWAY



I tweet: Getting ready for Hale Co. charity event with my sisters #raidingRoseCobaltcloset

I attach a photo of Daisy and me jumping on Rose’s bed. I’m a bit blurry and flailing in the pic, but Daisy looks cool, her fists raised and platinum-blonde hair sticking up mid-bounce.

“Try these on, Lily,” Rose says, splaying a gray Calloway Couture dress beside a lilac one on the edge of the bed. Right as I climb off the light blue comforter, my phone chimes in quick succession, a bunch of Twitter notifications.

“Did you tweet?” Rose asks flatly. She tightens the strap to her silk robe. Like Daisy, I’m only in a bra and panties while we figure out what to wear. But I made sure we were fully-clothed when we took the earlier pic.

“Maybe…” I hesitate. “The publicists never said no.” The response, at first, wasn’t what I wanted, I’ll admit. Celebrity Crush ate up a story about how I was “trying too hard” to promote Raisy. But the fans seem to like all the interaction. Like photos of Lo and my sisters. And status updates. Since Princesses of Philly ended, people are naturally curious about our daily lives.

I’d rather give them the real story than the media create something fake. And with social media, we have the chance to do that. I even expressed this to my mom yesterday (in person) over coffee at Lucky’s and she agreed with me. Like really, really agreed.

“Mom said it was a good idea,” I remind Rose.

She rolls her eyes. “Of course she does. She wants our family to be relevant for as long as possible.”

“But this is something in our control,” I express. “And we’re a part of a fandom.” There is nothing more exciting than that.

Rose stays quiet on the matter, straightening the fabric of the gray dress, but I can tell she’s mulling over the idea of social media.

I check the Twitter replies and smile.

@ToriKPierce3: @lilycallowayX23 Lucky! I want to raid Rose’s closet too!

@Pippa_Woo: @lilycallowayX23 ILY! OMG!

“Speaking of fans,” Daisy says with a mischievous smile. She pulls out a manila package from her purse.

I frown while Rose’s back arches in sisterly protection.

“Security goes through fan mail now,” Rose retorts. She stopped opening the mail about the same time people were sending her black whips, ball gags, and amateur porn videos.

“It’s not fan mail.” Daisy jumps up on the bed theatrically and pumps the package in the air. “I was browsing through fan sites, and I stumbled on a merchandise store.” She wags her brows, her grin so contagious that my lips curve upward.

I snatch the lilac dress before it wrinkles and watch her open the package.

Rose plants her hands on her hips, intrigue glimmering in her yellow-green eyes.

Daisy reveals a pair of boy-short panties. She flashes me the butt. White letters say: I LOVE LOREN HALE! They even have a cute pink heart beside his name.

I wear a dopey grin. “For me?”

“Who else would they be for?” Rose snaps.

I try to shoot her a withering glare, but hers kills mine in an instant. Oh well. I’m too happy anyway.

Daisy tosses me the panties. “Will Lo like them?”

I nod repeatedly, already imagining his surprise when he sees his name on my ass. “I’m wearing these to the party.”

Rose rolls her eyes again. “You’re not having sex at the charity event.”

“But I just like the idea of having him near my butt.” I realize that came out kind of wrong. “Not like that,” I add quickly and then frown. “Okay, kind of like that…I’m confused.”

Rose sighs and ushers Daisy to keep opening the package. Rose likes presents, so maybe she’s expecting a bedazzled fan shirt for herself.

Not too shy about changing in front of my sisters, I switch panties, and the new ones fit perfectly. Daisy bounces on the bed a little as she displays the next article of clothing. “I bought some too.” She shows off I LOVE RYKE MEADOWS! panties, only with a sun instead of a heart.

“So cute,” I say with a bigger smile. “You should wear them tonight too.”

She nods. “Definitely.”

“Please tell me there is not a matching Connor Cobalt one,” Rose says with narrowed eyes. She is drilling holes into our littlest sister.

“These are cute,” I remind Rose.

She raises her hand at my face, and then Daisy chucks a pair of black cotton panties at Rose. I sidle next to her as she inspects them.

Rose lets out an unamused laugh. “No.”

They say: I LOVE CONNOR COBALT!

A lipstick kiss included.

“He’d love it,” I tell Rose. I can see his million-dollar grin at the mere thought of this saying on Rose’s ass.

“Exactly,” she says. “I don’t need to pad his ego.”

Daisy laughs. “It doesn’t say Connor Cobalt is the smartest guy ever. It just says that you love him.”

I interject, “Exactly. Ha!”

“Ha nothing,” Rose retorts, though the panties are still in her hands. And she still scrutinizes them more closely.

Daisy springs off the bed, landing on her feet. While she changes panties, she tells Rose, “You’re not losing a game or anything. You’re winning it.”