Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
I roll my eyes and frantically unlock my door before ushering her into my apartment so that my neighbors aren’t subjected to this conversation. “Get your ass inside before I have to beat it,” I warn her.
“Oh. I have spicy Harper today. Yes please,” she declares, strutting through the open door and leaving me in her wake. “And for the record, I’d love a good beating, but only if it’s followed by a good praise session.”
“You’re going to make someone a very happy man, one day.”
“Don’t I know it,” she says as I kick the door shut behind me, finally giving us just a fraction of privacy for me to dive into the details of my night. Though considering the walls are paper thin, I don’t really know just how much privacy we’re going to get. “Spill the beans, you filthy little freak. I want to hear all about it.”
“Okay,” I say, all but skipping across my apartment to delve into the details. “But it’s a little . . . controversial.”
Her face scrunches with confusion, and the way she watches me is as though she’s trying to pluck the details straight out of my brain. There’s a long silence before her eyes suddenly widen, and she sucks in a loud gasp. “Holy fucking shit. It’s Daddy Elias. I knew it! Tell me all about it. I want every fucked-up detail.”
I scoff in disgust. “It’s not Elias, and for the billionth time, can you please stop calling him Daddy? It makes my skin crawl.”
“But he’s so delicious. I bet he fucks like a lion.”
I give Izzy a blank stare, and she lets out a huff. “Fine,” she says. “I’ll stop imagining riding your stepfather like a cowgirl, but I draw the line at not calling him Daddy. That’s never going to change, so you might as well get used to it.”
“You know you’re a pest, right?”
“Of course I do. Now tell me all about it. Who’s this mystery guy?”
I cringe, not sure how this is going to go down. “It’s Knight,” I tell her. “The forbidden step-uncle, but I swear, it’s not what you think.”
“Wh—huh? Knight? Since when . . . Wait. How did you even end up at his place? He doesn’t live with your mom, does he?”
I shake my head. “No, he’s got his own place. I just . . . ” I let my words fall away, realizing I don’t have a good explanation for this. At least, not one that doesn’t include being honest about what happened at the morgue last night, and I’m not about to go into the details with her. After all, the last conversation about it didn’t go particularly well. “It wasn’t anything too exciting. I got a flat after work and knew he lived close, so I called him and he helped. But then we were both drenched from the rain and because his place was closer, we just went there, and he insisted I stay. You know, because driving in the rain is dangerous and all.”
She narrows her stare, not believing me for a second, and honestly, she shouldn’t, I’m a terrible liar. Everybody knows it. “And then what?”
“And then nothing. He lent me a shirt because my clothes were wet, and then I slept in the spare bedroom.”
“You slept in the spare bedroom? What the fuck is wrong with you? You had a golden opportunity, and you let it slip right through your fingers.”
I shrug my shoulders. “I mean, not entirely.”
Izzy sits up straighter on the couch, grabbing the cushion from behind her back and hugging it to her chest as she pulls her legs up beneath her, getting extra comfortable. “Don’t even think about holding back on the details.”
I laugh, and a stupid grin cuts across my face. “Okay, so this morning, I could hear him in the shower, and I didn’t want all those awkward goodbyes, so I was going to sneak out, but then I heard him—”
“Heard him what?” she rushes out, her eyes widening as if knowing the juicy part is coming.
“He was getting off. He was groaning and grunting, and those moans. Holy fuck. I’ve never heard anything so hot, and so—”
“Oh please, God, for all that’s holy, tell me you went in there.”
I grin, and she throws herself to her feet, her hands pumping the air. “YES! I fucking knew you were a filthy little slut. Hell yes! I take back anything bad I’ve ever said about you. You’re officially my new queen.”
I laugh as I roll my eyes. “Cool your titties,” I tell her. “It’s not like I stripped down and fucked him stupid.”
“Then what the hell happened?” she demands, dropping back to the couch, her mood quickly plummeting, and for a moment, I fear for the metaphorical crown she just placed on my head. Despite not completely rocking his world, I still feel as though I deserve the title of being her new queen.