Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
When my alarm went off, I’d only gotten about an hour or two of sleep, and I must have hit snooze by mistake. The second time it went off, I had to hit the ground running to get ready. I had just enough time to swing by and get Troy before my first appointment of the day.
I’d scheduled several appointments today not knowing I’d be up all night working, but it was too late to cancel.
“I’m starving,” Troy complains as we load up the truck.
We’ve been at the insurance office downtown for the past couple of hours. They wanted some extra outlets installed, but I swear the longer we were there, the more they kept adding work. It’s not that I minded doing it, but I’m running on empty and still haven’t gotten a chance to text Liv.
“Yeah,” I say, glancing at the diner. It would be good to take a break and talk to her. “Let’s eat.”
We walk to the diner, and I can see Sofa King Cozy nearby. I’d love to go in there and see her face to face, but I don’t want Troy with me. He’s an asshole, and today my fuse is shorter than usual. If he starts popping off at the mouth about Liv and her tits, I’m liable to choke the life out of him.
Troy says hey to the waitress when we walk in and grab a booth. She hurries over and is extra bubbly, but she’s probably directing it at him. He’s the one looking at her like he’s never seen a woman before.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were ignoring me,” she says, and I glance up, seeing she was in fact directing her attention in my direction.
Troy grumbles something under his breath about being invisible.
“And for you, Julius? I bet I’ve got something you’d like.” She leans closer, and the front of her uniform parts. If I didn’t look away in time, I’d probably have gotten an eyeful of her cleavage.
I rattle off my order quickly then take out my phone so I have an excuse not to look at her. A second later she’s gone, and Troy is sulking.
“It’s like you don’t even give a shit.” He stuffs the menu back in the holder like a child.
I reach over and straighten it before I pick up my phone again. I want to text Liv, but I’m trying to think of the perfect thing to say.
“Pussy just landing in your lap left and right and you don’t care.”
Okay, I think I should start with an apology, but if I say I miss her, will that be too much too fast? Maybe I should keep it simple for now. Just breaking the ice.
“Now I’m glad I ate that chocolate cake.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about, but I type a message and text it to Liv.
Me: Sorry about last night. Thanks for the delivery.
Maybe I should have said something flirty? I didn’t want her to think I’m a creep. I’m staring at the screen when I see bubbles pop up like she’s typing. It makes my heart jump in my throat, and I realize just how much I’ve missed her.
How can I feel so strongly about someone in such a short amount of time? Maybe it’s because I’ve never felt this way about anyone so I know she’s special.
“Here’s your drinks.” The waitress places them in front of us, and I look up to thank her. It’s a mistake because she’s bending down again.
Suddenly my drink becomes very interesting, and I concentrate on counting the ice cubes.
“Don’t waste your time,” Troy tells her, and the waitress scowls at him before she walks away. “Why are bitches sweating over you and not me?”
“Probably because you call them bitches,” I say, and he huffs.
When I see Liv still hasn’t responded and the bubbles are gone, my heart sinks. I haven’t had a chance to check her TikTok yet, so I go over to look at it. She’s the only account I follow, so it’s easy to find her most recent one.
My brows pull together when I see it was posted last night. She’s baking a chocolate cake, and the caption says, Late-night special delivery! Something sweet for someone sweet.
Late-night special delivery? Something sweet for someone sweet? The words roll around in my head, and I’m wondering why she was making a cake so late. And why was she going out when she told me she was home safe?
“Maybe I’ll get a slice of pie,” Troy says while he scrolls his phone. “I ate so much chocolate cake last night, I need a taste of something else.”
The waitress comes back, but I’m so hung up on what Troy is saying that when she leans over to put my food in front of me, I’m nearly blinded by her cleavage.