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)
“Hey.” She walks to the door, giving all the kids hugs before turning to me. “You want to come in?”
“No, but if you have a minute,” I tell her, and she looks over her shoulder at the kids.
“I just took some banana muffins out of the oven not long ago. You can have a snack,” she announces, and they walk back into the house. “What’s up?” she asks me.
“You went to my parents’ house last week?” I don’t know if I’m asking her or not.
“Am I not allowed to have a relationship with your parents?” She becomes defensive.
“You can have a relationship with the fucking UPS driver, for all I care.” I put my hands on my hips. “But Vincent was not okay with it.” Her face goes white.
“Well, you can blame your sister for that one.”
“Yeah, because I’m sure she pushed Jeremy to fuck you,” I retort and then I hold up my hand. “Anyway, needless to say, Vincent knows about you two.”
“Great, you told him.”
“I didn’t have to, he heard my sister and Jeremy fighting about you.” I point at her. “I think we should have him talk to someone about all of this.”
“That’s ridiculous.” She rolls her eyes.
“It’s not ridiculous,” I snap at her. “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you that I’m going to have him talk to someone. You can either agree to it, or I’ll take him when it’s my time.”
“People get divorced all the time,” she states. “My parents are divorced.”
“I don’t think that is going to win your case,” I tell her. “He was scared to talk to me about it and it was festering in him for a whole week.” She doesn’t say anything. “So you can either help me find someone for him to talk to, or I can do it on my own.”
“I’ll talk to his pediatrician and let you know.”
“Thank you.” I turn to walk down the steps to my SUV.
I open my SUV door and pull out of the driveway. “That was a very mature thing for you to do,” I tell myself. I’m almost tempted to call my father and tell him about it, but since all this has happened, things with us have been strained and I don’t want it to be even more.
I get home and walk into the quiet house, going to clean the kitchen, distracting myself from the most recent Josephine drama. But as what seems to be normal recently, my thoughts drift back to Kylie.
She’s really cool. I hear Vincent’s voice in my head. Taking out my phone, I pull up the email she sent me this week about my winning bids for the items.
Her cell number is on the bottom of the email. I click on the number and copy it to text.
Me:
Had a dream about you last night.
I press send and then close my eyes. “What the fuck?” I mumble to myself then go back to the text.
Me:
It’s Knox.
“Maybe you should have led with that.” I shake my head and see the two messages have been delivered.
Me:
You were moaning out my name.
I press send and then look down at the three messages all in blue.
Me:
In the shower.
It’s the last text I send her before I toss the phone on the counter. “You need to stop what you’re doing,” I tell myself, too bad I don’t listen.
sixteen
I walk back into the bedroom, the robe slipping from my shoulders and pooling around my feet as I grab a pair of black panties before the matching night gown that reaches the middle of my thighs. My hair is pinned up on the top of my head.
My body limber from both the shower and the hour of yoga I did on my balcony, I walk back into the kitchen to grab a tea. I’ve spent the day trying to shake off the effects from last night and the memories that resurfaced. As I turn the kettle on, I hear a knock at my door. I walk over and I make the mistake of not looking in the peephole before opening it. Pulling the door open, I see Knox standing there, holding a tray of coffee in his hand. “Hey,” he says with a smile.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him and he looks down at the drinks and then up again at me. I want to say he has no effect on me, but I would be lying.
He doesn’t wait for me to invite him in, instead he walks by me and I close the door behind him. His musky scent makes certain parts of me tingle. Fine, I admit I find him sexy, but I also hate everything else about him, except his dick and his fingers. “Seriously,” I start as he walks into my apartment, “you can’t just show up here.”