Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“With a Michelin ten-star chef cooking especially for you,” she says.
“Whoever wins,” Kylie says, grabbing the mic again, “I’m open for the experience.” The whole room bursts out laughing.
“A five-course meal that will be held at a private estate,” Lexi continues.
“Say less,” Kylie adds. “Let’s get the bidding going at—” She looks around the room. “Come on, someone has to start it.”
“Two thousand,” I bid, “for Jaxon.”
“Aww, cute,” Kylie teases, “a bromance.” Making the whole table laugh.
“Five thousand,” Kirby states, “and you aren’t coming with us.”
“Boo,” Kylie says with her thumb down, and it seems like bids are coming out of everywhere when Kirby finally says, “Fifty thousand dollars.”
“Such a show-off,” Kylie says, rolling her eyes, “but sold.” She points to her brother. “I expect the check before you leave.”
After taking us through a few more of the big-ticket items and reminding everyone to bid on the silent auction before they leave, Kylie gets off the stage and I see Lexi’s dad there holding out his hand to hug her.
“Okay, I’m out,” I say, tossing the napkin on the table. “My sitter needs to be home by ten,” I tell my teammates, and I look around to see if I can spot Kylie, wanting to congratulate her on the night, but I can’t find her anywhere. Grabbing my suit jacket, I scan the room one more time and head home.
“I’m going to get changed and then we’ll leave to go to Mom’s,” I tell the kids after I finish cleaning up the breakfast plates. Heading up the steps two at a time and walking into the closet, I open the drawer of my boxers and seeing the white satin pair of panties I tucked in there after finding them in the car. I pick them up with a smirk, recalling the way she moved over me, the way she sounded, the chemistry between us, and then put them back in the drawer before getting dressed in my track pants.
I drop the kids off at Josephine’s and give them each a hug before they even walk in the door. Once they are all inside, I turn back and head to my house, thankful to avoid another conversation with Josephine by leaving quickly. I spend the day on the couch, my mind going back to last night, then last week, and all I can do is think about her. I toss the remote back on the couch before I go back to my bedroom and grab her panties.
I walk out of the house and search my recent places in the GPS and then head to her home. I park in the visitor lot before walking in and seeing the mailboxes. I look for Materson and see that not one of the twenty-five apartments has that name. I see that four of them have the K in front of them. I think about maybe playing Russian roulette before I pull out my phone.
“You can’t call him and ask for his sister’s apartment number.” I look down at the phone. “You can call Jaxon, but he’ll be the first to be suspicious.” I pull up the foundation website and then click on founders. I see Kirby first and then under him Kylie, and her last name isn’t the same as his. I look for her last name and finally find it. I’m about to press the button when a delivery man comes inside and presses the button instead and the door is buzzed open. I walk into the lobby and head to the elevators, pretending I am allowed entrance into this place. I press her floor and look at the numbers once the elevator starts to move. When it gets to her floor, I get out, look left and then right, and walk up to her door. The second I knock, I instantly realize what a bad idea this is.
I’m about to turn around and leave when the door swings open and she stands there, her eyes about to come out of her sockets at seeing me standing here. “Hey,” I say, holding up my hand.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asks me, and I make the mistake of looking at her outfit. She’s wearing blue yoga pants with a white workout bra, and my cock instantly gets hard. “Eyes up here, buddy.” She snaps her fingers, and I look up.
“Sorry.” I shake my head. “I came to return something,” I tell her, and she folds her arms under her tits, and all I can do is remember them in my mouth.
“What could you possibly have that you need to return to me? And how did you even know which apartment was mine?”
“Your name is on the mailbox,” I tell her and then look behind me. “Can I come in?”
“No,” she declares, but I walk in anyway.