Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
"She's only been gone a day and a half," Wilson interjects, judgment creeping into his voice. "Wonder why they didn't go for longer? Doesn't seem like a proper honeymoon to me."
"May didn't want to go anywhere at all. Decker had to twist her arm just to get her to spend a night away."
Wilson shakes his head. "I think you both need to be careful."
"Are we talking money again?" Sometimes I wish I was born into a standard-issue, cookie-cutter, middle-class family. "Decker doesn't want her money. He even signed… No, he wrote up and insisted that May sign a pre-nup so he'd get nothing of hers. Even if she dies," I snap back.
Why Wilson won't accept that Decker loves May for May, not her money, is beyond me. And it's annoying. He's been on this kick since they got together.
"Listen." He grins. "I'm just saying. I've been out there…" He tips his head toward the door. "…more than you have in this life. I know people. Generally, if you think the worst, then you won't be disappointed."
My phone chirps on the table in front of me. I pick it up and find a text from Allister. A smile takes over my face as I read.
My precious unicorn… I pulled over on the way to Chicago just to text you. Looks like I'll be here at least five days, then Indy, then the drive home. I'm fucking pissed. I want to be there with you. Your pussy's marked me, babe. I can barely fucking keep my eyes on the road. I can't stop thinking about you. Please, make sure you eat. I know Henrietta will be there, but I need to know you are safe, so be ready for about a thousand texts and calls today. Okay, just so you know, I'm fucking off my nut for you, Leah. Please take care of what's mine. I plan on calling you and giving you lots of direction on how to make that pussy cum for me over the phone. Be a good girl and be naked and in bed around 8pm. I want to hear how wet you are for me, and trust me when I say this: I will be hard all day thinking about you. Talk to you later, precious.
I'm still smiling two hours later when May finally runs in the door like a hurricane of newlywed glow and chaos.
"O.M.G." May spins around and flops down on the sofa where I'm sitting with my laptop, typing away on my story for Allister. I flip the top closed before she can read it. For some reason, I'm not ready to tell her about Allister, even though we share everything. But even when I do finally tell her, this writing is just for him. I set my laptop on the side table and settle back as May throws an arm across her forehead like a fainting heroine.
"So. You're married and knocked up. You do know how to get things done fast."
"Ha! Yes." Her voice turns down.
"What? Didn't you have fun? Wasn't the hotel nice?"
"Yes. It was great. Only, this morning…"
"What?"
"I don't know if it was something I ate or just all the excitement. But, well…" She looks at me, her face more serious and her voice lowering. "It felt like I was having, well, like cramps a little bit." Her eyes dart to the door, like she can't watch my face while she says it. "I got scared."
Her voice quivers.
"Did you tell Deck?" I sit up straight, pulling one leg around so I can face her.
"No. He was in such a good mood. Even with the news about the fires. I didn't want to ruin it."
"You need to tell him, May, right now. Go to the doctor. I mean it, May, do it right now." I reach for my crutches. I'm not sure why I want to stand up, but I need to.
Any thoughts I had of hinting about Allister are gone now.
"I don't want to," May whines.
"You go tell him, or I will." I wince as I take the first couple of steps toward the front door. The new ways Allister used my body have left me with a few glorious muscle aches.
She groans, her feet coming off the couch as she pushes up and moves my way. "Fine. But I know it's nothing. I just got a little scared. I wanted sympathy, not bullying."
"Well, if you think it's nothing, then go make sure it's nothing. Do I need to follow you and stand there to make sure you tell him?"
"No, I'll do it. I'm not supposed to even be over here. He's on the phone with Allister about the fires, so I slipped out. He went to the office for a few minutes to find some paperwork or something. Oh, I don't know, that's his business. Anyway, he wants us to stay locked up in that house, maybe go out to eat, but since I didn't want a proper honeymoon," May makes air quotes around the last words, "he wants his private time with me."