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)
I smiled, though it was a little shaky.
This was a lot to process.
As if he sensed my thoughts, Chevy leaned back in his chair and said, “I think we should give her some time to process.”
Cakes—Paden—my dad—looked at me with a sad smile. “We have all the time in the world.”
Did we, though?
I felt like nothing good ever happened to me without being followed up by something really bad to overshadow it.
I might have a dad, but like I said, good is always followed by bad.
Always.
“If you’re up for it, you can come to the club party this weekend,” he said as he stood up, knocking on the table as he did. “Chevy can give you my number if you want it.”
Then he was gone, leaving me and Chevy alone to finish our food.
I picked at my fries when Chevy said, “Penny for your thoughts?”
I looked up, my gaze snagging on the cake that Cakes had brought in with him.
Cakes.
Paden.
“What do I call him?” I asked. “Cakes is kind of weird.”
Chevy chuckled. “Boys in the club call me Chaos, but it’s used so interchangeably with Chevy that I go by both.” He paused, studying me for a long second before saying, “Call him Paden. Call him Cakes. Call him Dad. Though, I think that last one will give him a little bit of euphoria to go with you actually acknowledging him.”
I turned back to him.
I wasn’t sure that I wanted to talk about my dad anymore.
I had a feeling that I needed to process that information, and the way I processed was to internalize everything and go through it in my mind, picking it apart piece by piece, until I had it worked out.
I’d almost had to because of what my mom had put me through.
Not that Silver wouldn’t have listened, but we were both well and truly fucked and rehashing it to each other only seemed to make it worse.
So, I changed the subject.
When he stood up and headed for the trash can with all of our trash—I’d eaten every single bit of my burger and fries—I stood up with him.
When he turned around, I practically face planted into his body.
His arms wrapped around me tight and I stayed like that for a long second, enjoying the perfectness of the moment, before asking my next question.
“Did you get my car fixed?” I asked into his chest.
“Yeah,” he said. “Stole it in the middle of the night. Took it to get a tune up. Had five mechanics at Webb’s Garage busting ass to get it done, too.”
I would’ve smiled had I had the energy.
“Thanks,” I said softly.
His hand traveled up the length of my spine, and despite my skin hurting every time he touched it—thanks, flu, for ruining this epic moment—I allowed the contact.
“I can’t believe after all this time I found out that I have a dad.” I shook my head. “This is insane.”
Seventeen
I know my phone can hear me, but the number of weight loss drug ads that I’m receiving makes me think that they can see me, too.
—Text from Keely to Chevy
CHEVY
I woke up with my head pressed between a pair of perfectly pert breasts.
In fact, one was so close to my mouth that all I had to do was lift my chin and I could suck one of those perfect nipples right into my mouth.
Though I’d have liked to have stayed where I was, my phone had rung, which had been what had woken me in the first place.
I slowly disentangled myself from Aella’s hold—her arms were wrapped around my head for some reason as she held me to her—and picked up the vibrating phone on the nightstand.
I walked out of the room and into the living room before answering it quietly.
“Clayborne,” I said gruffly.
“Chevy, this is Tayla,” the night shift surgery coordinator said chipperly. “We had a mass casualty incident, and we have a ton of patients en route. It’s all hands on deck.”
I groaned. “I’ll be there.”
“Thanks,” she said. “I gotta try a few others real quickly. I hope they can come in.”
I headed back to the bedroom and went for my sweats and t-shirt, the only thing I’d been living in for the last five and a half days, and slipped them on.
“What’s going on?” Aella mumbled.
“Mass casualty incident,” I answered as I watched her stretch, the t-shirt she was wearing rising up the length of her body to expose her ass, and those cute little black panties that barely covered it.
“Oh,” she yawned. “What time is it?”
“No idea,” I admitted.
Her phone buzzed, and she reached over and picked it up, displaying her perfectly round ass in an even better light.
I had to thank the city of Dallas for putting in such great street lights in this section of town.
When I’d been trying to go to bed last night, I’d cursed it. But I definitely had a different opinion now.