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)
At some point, someone had come over and washed our clothes.
I’m not sure who, I’m not sure when, but I’d had a nice, neat stack of clothes to choose from the moment I stepped out of the shower.
Which reminded me…
I called Silver as I walked toward Chevy, putting it on speaker like normal.
His eyes took me in, and I felt my face flame.
No longer being sick as a dog meant that I now paid attention to the way the man’s muscles rippled as he set the bags down.
Or the way those sexy eyes took in my every move.
“Hey, sissy,” Silver said. “Are you alive?”
“Barely,” I admitted as I took a seat on the chair that my mother had been strapped to a few days ago and placed my phone in the middle of the table. “I just got a shower, and for the first time in days I feel like I can move without too much effort.”
“Did you see that I did your laundry?” she asked.
I paused. “That was you?”
“It was,” she snickered. “Both you and that sexy ass man of yours were down for the count. But there was a man sitting on your couch that let me in. He has your eyes, sis.”
There was a long pause as I glanced at Chevy, who winked at me when he caught me staring.
My heartrate once again skyrocketed.
“About that…”
I told her everything I knew, and ended with, “Isn’t our mom lovely?”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” she asked. “Did you say a diamond ring?”
“Yes,” I said. “Why?”
“Because I remember her having that. One time, I watched her shove it under her mattress, and I stole it. I still have it.”
My brows rose. “Can I have it back?”
“Yes,” she said. “I always thought that it was important to her, so I kept it.”
Relieved, I said, “I’m just about to sit down and eat, but I’ll call you back once I get more information out of everyone.”
“All right,” she sighed. “I always knew she was a bad person, but why do I get the feeling that our mother is the absolute worst?”
I snorted. “Because she is.”
Silver hung up after a few expletives, leaving me staring at Chevy as he handed out what looked to be burgers.
“I only got you plain with everything on the side because I didn’t know what you liked on it, except for hating mustard,” he said as he put the massive burger in front of me.
My mouth watered.
The doorbell rang again, and Chevy got up to check the door.
“That’ll be Cakes,” he said. “I figured you wanted your answers sooner rather than later.”
I melted.
That was the sweetest thing ever.
Chevy opened the door and I gasped when I saw the huge cake that Cakes brought into the room with him.
“The reason he’s named Cakes,” Chevy said, seeing my surprise. “Is because the man can fuckin’ cook. He also makes the best goddamn cakes I’ve ever tasted.”
Cakes came into the room and said, “Since your other one I made went to waste, I brought this one.”
Tears blurred my eyes, and he saw them.
“I…” he hesitated.
“They’re good tears.” I wiped them away. “Would you like a burger? I’ll share some of mine.”
“No, baby,” he said. “Eat. I already ate. You can listen while I talk.”
So that was exactly what I did.
“Your mom and I met when I was eighteen and working at my father’s bakery,” he started. “At the time, I had no idea she was damn near pushing thirty. She looked all of eighteen, and I was hooked. We slept around for about six months before she took off, saying she didn’t like the monogamous life. Shortly after that is when I met Cally, and I was just so enraptured that I didn’t think about your mother ever again. Not until after things went really bad with Cally and me.”
I listened while my dad explained his entire life to me, ending with a piece of paper on the table.
“You are mine,” he said as he showed me the results of a DNA test. “I’m sorry that she didn’t tell you. Or me.”
I shook my head. “She lied about my father being Swedish and going back to Europe? My mother is…” I searched for the right words.
“A selfish bitch?” Chevy offered.
I snorted. “Actually, yes.”
I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience.
I mean, I had a dad.
A dad!
All my life, I’d wanted one, and now here I was, an adult, finding out that I did, in fact, have one.
And he was pretty nice.
At least, so far.
Chevy wouldn’t have let him into my house if he wasn’t.
Speaking of Chevy…
I turned to survey him and questioned, “Did you know?”
“I suspected,” he admitted.
“The whole reason we had your mother working at our clubhouse was so we could get information. I asked Webber to hire her.” He sighed. “My ex-wife, Cally, had made some pretty cryptic comments when we were in the process of divorcing that I had to look into Trini. Apollo started to dig into her and found that she was advertising herself as a licensed and bonded cleaning company, so we decided to get her to come out. See what we could find on her. Never expected you to walk right into my life, though.”