Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
I choke on my drink, and a fine spray of champagne mists the concrete at our feet. “Stella, your dad has to die for you to be an orphan, so no. You won’t become an orphan anytime soon.”
She laughs, delighted. “But elopement is a possibility, right? Seriously, Andie, you’re the best thing that’s happened to him in years.” Then, dropping her voice: “Thomas was an absolute fucking monster when you guys were broken up. Like, I didn’t want to even call him because he was so grouchy. Now, it’s like he’s floating on Cloud Nine. It’s bonkers, Andie.”
I roll my eyes, but the warmth is real. “I know. We were both terrible when we were apart.”
Stella leans in, pinches my elbow with sharp, painted nails. “You could make an honest man of my dad, you know. If you want.”
I flush, feeling the heat spread up my neck, but it’s fine because I’d love to get married to Thomas. It’s just a question of him proposing.
Stella grins, then suddenly turns serious. “Look, I know I already apologized, but I want to say it again: I was a bitch to you, and I’m sorry for screening that video. I was trying to be funny but it was cruel. I was a total asshole.” The words come out in a rush, and she’s not joking for once.
I look her in the eye, and there’s something raw there, vulnerable.
“It’s okay,” I say. “We’re all bitches sometimes, and we all make bad decisions too.”
She laughs, a hiccup. “Truest thing you’ve ever said.” Then, as if the moment is too much, she pivots: “But more importantly, I have a new bet.”
I groan, “You’re incorrigible.”
She wags a finger. “Hear me out. First girl in our group to do real DP wins. No toys, no dildos, no fake-outs. Has to be two huge, handsome, hard human men at the same time. Winner gets a thousand bucks.”
I stare at her, caught between horror and awe. “Is this conversation appropriate for a graduation party?”
She shrugs and grins. “Absolutely not, but who cares? You know you want in.”
I raise a brow. “Define real. Like, do you have to—”
“Penetration in both holes, simultaneous, human men. No substitutions. Winner gets bragging rights and the money.”
“You’re insane. I’m with Thomas. How would that work?”
She leans in, grinning. “Exactly, so you probably can’t win. But come on, girlfriend. It’s not like you’re above it. I know you and my dad get up to some freaky shit.”
I laugh so hard my eyes water. “Please. I can barely handle him solo, he’s so hard and demanding.”
She shakes her head, like I’m hopeless, but her eyes are dancing. “Okay, but just so you know, I have two guys lined up already. I just need to find the right night.”
I stare at her. “Are you serious?”
She lifts a hand, solemn. “On my honor.”
“Who?” I ask, because I have to.
“You’ll see,” she says with a mysterious smile. “But they’re hot, and I just know they’re hung.” She gives a dramatic shiver, smiling. “I can’t wait to get stretched both ways. I’m also thinking double vaginal and double anal. It’ll be insane”
I stare at her. “Stella, be careful because that shit is no joke. I’ve heard girls come out different afterwards. Like limping or with their insides rearranged.”
She giggles, “I know, and that’s the fun. I want to take risks. I want to be with two men, and just see what happens. It’ll be fun!”
I make a note to myself: never let Stella talk me into anything, ever again.
She slings an arm around my shoulder, warm and heavy. “I’m glad we’re buddies again. I mean it.”
I nod, biting back a smile. “Me, too, although I have no idea what you’re getting into, girlfriend.”
There’s a soft click behind us: the terrace door sliding open. Thomas stands there in a sharp black shirt, top button undone, his hair silvered at the temples in the evening light. He looks like a billionaire, but also like a dad, and also like a man who’s just found the one thing he’s willing to ruin himself for. He spots us, and the corner of his mouth lifts—just for a second, just enough for me to feel it in my knees.
“Sorry to interrupt,” he says, voice low. “How are my girls doing?”
Stella grins, “We’re just talking about DP, Dad. You want to weigh in?”
Thomas goes very still. His eyes flick to mine, and for a moment, the world narrows to just the three of us.
I cover my face with my hand. “Oh my god.”
He shrugs, deadpan. “I’ll leave you to your plotting. Just wanted to see if you needed anything.”
Stella nudges me. “She needs a ring, Dad.”
I punch her in the arm, and Thomas just smiles—a real smile, with teeth—and says, “Noted.” Then he slides the door closed, but not before giving me a look so full of heat and promise I nearly drop my glass.