Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
I really had a great time with all of Brooks's friends. Especially the girls. They are the definition of ride or die. I know without a doubt that you’d never catch them in their friends' beds, not only because that's not their style— they're girls' girls—but also because their men would kill each other. It was adorable how possessive Brooks was toward me around them.
I pile my hair on top of my head in a messy knot before getting dressed to head downstairs. My hand goes to my stomach. “Do you know what your daddy is up to?” I smile, feeling the bump more today than I have before. A flutter of excitement fills me.
When I enter the back of the kitchen at The Plate, there are only a few people there. It’s still early. “Anyone seen Brooks?” I ask.
“He hasn’t been in yet,” one of them tells me. What the heck? Then where the hell did he go?
I pull my phone back out to call him when I notice a bunch of missed texts. I click it, seeing it’s a group chat I’ve been added to called Heart Connection. It only takes a couple of seconds for me to realize that it’s all the girls from last night texting, asking what is going on and if Brooks has gone AWOL and done his own plan because Felipe is losing it on social media.
I don’t have to ask Brooks if that’s the case. We might have only known each other for a short time, but I know that man, and the Felipe situation was driving him insane. He wanted to fix it for me. I’m starting to think he might be more upset than I am at this point.
I flick out of the texts, hopping over to social media. I have to unblock Felipe to see his crap. He's cursing into the cameras and screaming about being hit in the head. Oh God, Brooks is going to jail. He went and hit him.
Felipe is on a tangent going on about a range of things. It's hard to keep up with his erratic behavior, but my eyes drop down to the comments. Everyone is laughing at him and calling him a creepy pervert. That's a change from before.
I'm not sure why the tide has turned, but that's the power of the internet for you. Changes happen in the blink of an eye. One second you’re the victim, and the next you’re a villain or vice versa. But everyone is going on about him filming the people he has sex with and all his stuff being a con.
I think from the things he’s saying and going off the comments, he’s snapped and is telling on himself while blaming the public for turning him into who he is. That he's done everything for his followers. Yeah, he's completely lost it and is likely going to jail.
Another person comments, asking if he really had cancer a few years back that he did a GoFundMe for. If I had to bet, that was all a lie, like the rest of him. At least I wasn't the only person he fooled.
My phone starts to ring in my hand, showing Frankie’s name. I answer. She doesn’t even wait for me to say hello, she’s already chattering the second I pick up.
“Girl, is that the tea over there? That perverted man was filming sex with girls, and the wine is all fake?”
“Wait, what?” I think Frankie has more tea than I do. “Maybe you should fill me in.”
“All I know is your ex—”
“He’s not my ex; we never agreed to be together.” I cut her off, not wanting her to get the wrong idea about what my relationship was with Felipe.
“Did you agree to marry Brooks?” Shit, she’s got me there.
“We’re not married, and he more ordered it.” Which should annoy me, but it’s all honestly cute.
I also think he made up the whole eating his food in his home thing and how it makes us married already. Also annoyingly adorable. Gah, I think I might love him and his strange ways that only make him more endearing to me.
“Are you sure? I wouldn't put it past one of these men to have you sign papers and the next thing you know you’re married.”
“Is that possible?” I laugh. It can’t be.
“With money and some pull, people can do just about anything.” I’m going to take her word for that. She does know everyone better than I do in this group. Plus, she’s a lawyer.
“I suppose it’s inevitable. I’m having his baby, after all.” I swear everything goes quiet. Shit, did I just blurt that out? I peek behind me and see the other chefs staring my way. They quickly glance away, pretending they didn’t hear anything.
“Are you really?” Frankie asks in a gushy sweet voice, showing a softer side that is in there.