Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
But Finn proved that theory dead wrong.
I still feel electric, riding a sensitivity high from the magic of his fingers. He really knew what he was doing. But what turned me on the most was how he acted like he owned me. He humiliated me by not even asking if I’d be okay with him coating my face with his cum, and for some reason, that is what has me up in the clouds, floating like the happiest bird in the world.
Maybe that makes me a weirdo, but I don’t care. I like what I like, and no one’s going to make me feel bad about that. Then again, no one’s ever going to find out about it. The only two people who know what happened in that closet are me and Finn, and it’s going to stay that way.
Sandy hands me my shot, which I pretend to take but toss it out over my shoulder and grimace like it was tough going down. I’ve never been a big drinker, and even though this is meant to be some kind of a going-away-bachelorette party, I’m not in the mood for alcohol.
Sandy, who I’ve known since I was ten, is really taking my engagement to Tyler hard. Harder than me, in fact. I guess I’ve just resigned myself to the fact that there’s nothing I can do to stop this arranged marriage. Tyler is the new hot trader at my dad’s hedge fund and my dad wants to keep him there. What better way to do that then marry him to me?
Bring him into the firm, bring him into the family.
The wedding is in two weeks on Nantucket, apparently. That’s what the e-mail from my mom said. Everything’s been arranged already. No one even asked me what kind of food I’d like, or flowers, or even what style my dress should be. Mom took over the whole thing like she always does, making it another one of her “projects” she can obsess over.
Mom is actually the reason I have to go through with this. Sandy gave me a pep-talk last week. I was determined to tell my father to go to hell and that I was going to college and I’d find my own man to actually fall in love with. But that’s when he dropped the bombshell on me.
My mom’s being treated for breast cancer, and my dad is paying for it. If I don’t marry Tyler, he’ll stop. And given the fact that my mom hasn’t worked in thirty years and has no money of her own, that would be a death sentence. So what choice do I have? Marrying Tyler may be the last thing I want to do, but if it means keeping Mom alive, then I really have no choice.
Despite her failings—of which she has many—I love my mom. She may be a self-absorbed narcissist who cares more about the appearance of a perfect family rather than actually having a perfect family, but she’s always been there for me when I really needed her.
Dad, on the other hand, was always gone. He’s one of those type-A, ultra-grindset men who wakes up at before dawn and works until after sundown. Money, reputation, status—that’s all he cares about. His daughter’s concerns are so far down the list it wouldn’t be fair to even call them secondary. So whenever I needed someone, it was my mom. And I love her for that. The thought of losing her is almost too much to bear.
Thinking about it now, I must have Daddy issues…
Maybe that’s why I submitted to Finn. He crashed into my life like a meteor built from a rare form of masculinity I didn’t even know existed. The way he manhandled me—it wasn’t about power or control. It was like I turned him on so much he couldn’t restrain himself. Like despite the confidence and sex appeal that dripped from his dark, shaggy hair and thick beard, he didn’t want any of the other men to even look at me. He wanted me all to himself.
And that made me feel wanted…almost powerful.
Even now, I can’t stop wishing we’d spent more time in that closet together. I’ll probably never see him again. Unless my car breaks down near his work.
“You wanna get fries?” Sandy asks, rocking her hips to the music. “Are they any good here?” I should know the answer to that question. This is the only bar in town that doesn’t really check I.D.s, and as such, is quite popular among the locals. But despite having lived here my whole life, I still wouldn’t consider myself “a local.”
Dad sent me away to prep-school starting in sixth grade. We had mandatory sports and music, and with the homework load, I barely had any time for a personal life. All that mattered was getting good grades and being the perfect daughter. All the friends I made there are spread out all over the state, and now that I’ve graduated, I barely see any of them. Somehow, Sandy and I managed to remain friends, despite her attending Chesterville High and me having a thirty-minute commute to school every day.