Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
What he didn’t know about my door wouldn’t hurt him.
I woke up, slick between my thighs, with the knowledge that yet another dream of Chevy had come and gone.
My hands went between my thighs, and I was amazed at just how easy it was to get off thinking about the man that had no clue he starred in my every dream.
Then again, I shouldn’t have been too amazed. He’d been star spank-bank material since I’d met the man a couple of years ago.
The first, and likely only, birthday text of the day came in, and I smiled.
Silver:
Happy birthday, sissy! I love you so much!
I grinned and picked up my phone, immediately texting back.
Me:
Not fair. You know that I just woke up.
Silver:
All’s fair in love and birthdays.
I sent her several birthday balloon emojis and tucked my phone into the waistband of my underwear before heading into the bathroom.
Once there, I set the phone aside and got to work getting ready to go.
I spent an extra amount of time on my appearance today.
In my head, I justified my extra attention to my appearance because it was my birthday, when in reality, I knew that I would be seeing Chevy at work today.
I started my hair, then called myself all kinds of dumb when it would annoy me to high heaven, and getting work done with patients would be all that much harder if my hair was down.
Instead of going with the curls, I went with a slick-back high pony, then added a red ribbon to it to match with my scrubs.
That, at least, was my norm.
Ribbons were my thing.
Being a cheerleader in high school, and desperate to at least fit in somewhat, I’d taken to the ribbons and the bows with glee.
I didn’t do bows so much anymore, but the ribbons were timeless.
At least, that was what I kept telling myself.
I added wings to my eyes, something I usually only did when I was heading out for the night with Silver, and made sure to make the liner extra smoky.
My lashes were on point, and by the time I was ready to leave, I had a little bounce in my step.
I made it to my car, which was parked nowhere near my complex, in record time.
By the time I got to work, I was actually early.
I pulled to my usual spot on the hill and had just opened the door when I heard a motorcycle pull up somewhere near me.
My heart started to pound, and I looked up, my eyes going everywhere.
I spotted him parked next to the cemetery, which was catty-corner to where I was parked.
I felt my cheeks heat, and it definitely wasn’t because of the insane temperatures at seven in the morning.
Seeing him arrive was an abnormal thing.
Seeing him arrive and leave in the same week? That was damn near impossible.
He was always here balls early because most surgeries were started in the morning if they had a choice.
His eyes caught mine, and I felt my heart nearly leap out of my chest and head straight toward him.
I timidly smiled at him and said, “Good morning.”
I closed my door and went to the back seat to grab my bag.
It wouldn’t do to leave that in the car, or I wouldn’t get to have my birthday lunch of frozen Hot Pockets, a splurge for me.
Usually it was ramen or something equally as cheap and unhealthy.
Beggars couldn’t be choosers when they were living on a part-time salary and going to school full time, even if they did have a few scholarships to pay for it.
I was still absolutely stunned that I’d gotten chosen for the scholarship.
I mean, I didn’t have great grades.
They were passing, sure, but they weren’t great.
I didn’t have a background that would say “hey, she definitely deserves this.”
In fact, my background had almost kept me from getting into the surgical tech program to begin with.
It was the weirdest thing.
One second I was scraping pennies together, selling feet pictures on the internet—don’t judge me, at least I wasn’t selling my underwear—and the next I had the program director calling to let me know I was fully covered for the semester.
I had cried tears of excitement right in the middle of the hospital corridor in the middle of work.
Unless you’re poor, you have no clue how much even the smallest things could help.
Finding a dollar on the floor? That was gas for half the week.
Getting a scholarship to pay for my semester of school? That was life changing.
Which got me to thinking about all that money my mom had in her trunk.
That kind of money would’ve been life changing for me.
Too bad I had a moral compass.
“Hey, sweetness,” he replied, his voice husky and deep.
My knees quivered.
“Sweetness?” I laughed softly. “You’re awfully nice about what you saw last night when I lost my crap.”