Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I slipped it on over my head and turned just in time to see Apple’s eyes narrow.
“Who is this?” Apple asked.
His brows furrowed and mine rose in question.
“Who is it?” I asked him, bending down to the bottom drawer and grabbing a pair of shorts.
These were ones I hadn’t worn in a while, but with everything else dirty, I either had those or nothing.
So I chose those while watching his face to gauge his mood.
Which wasn’t good.
“I can assure you that she’s fine. If you’re unsure, feel free to call the cops and the owner of the contract,” Apple barked into the phone.
My brows crawled up into my hairline as I sat on the bed and pulled my shorts on.
I then had to laugh when I saw how tight they were.
They were also digging uncomfortably into my belly, so I rolled them down until they came to a rest underneath it.
Apple growled and hung up, turning to survey the camera that was in the corner of my room.
“Let me guess,” I said, standing up. “It was Jake?”
He looked over at me and nodded.
“How’d you know?”
“Because Jake’s a douche, and he gives me the creeps. He calls me each and every time I go into the bathroom and cover up the feed,” I lifted my lip in a silent snarl.
His brows furrowed.
“There’s one in the bathroom?” He looked ill.
I nodded and took his hand as I passed, taking him to the one in the bathroom and pointing to my shirt over it.
“Sometimes your brother annoys the shit out of me,” he said. “Why would he put one in the bathroom?”
“Because he’s worried I might fall out and die,” I repeated Ridley’s exact words. “But there’s no way, now that I know about them, that I can take a shower in the bathroom or use the restroom while that’s on. The majority of the time it stays covered until Ridley comes home and takes it down.”
“Well, if someone’s here with you, there’s no reason for you to have it up. Tell him that next time,” Apple replied angrily.
I smiled, knowing that I, at least, had Apple on my side.
“Let’s go get dinner before I decide to ride to wherever that motherfucker is and fuck his face up,” Apple growled, walking up to me and taking my hand.
I snorted.
“You should be careful what you say or he’ll hear you and complain to Ridley,” I said soothingly.
“Fuck them both.”
With that eloquent statement, Apple left the room, leaving me smiling at his back as he went.
***
Dinner and the rest of the night had been magical, but the moment Ridley arrived home at ten, I’d sent Apple home.
Why?
Because he was falling asleep on his feet.
He hadn’t been happy to be sent away, but the promise of seeing him in the morning before he went to work had given him enough incentive to leave even when he didn’t want to go.
And now here I was, three oh three in the morning, and I was wide awake because his child liked to play.
I’d been awake for going on an hour when I decided that a visit to Apple was in order.
Certainly if I had to be up because of his child, so did he.
Right?
I knew it totally contradicted the entire reason I’d sent him home, but I wasn’t thinking clearly any more. I was running on just as much, if not less, sleep than him.
I decided I was right after another twenty minutes of second guessing myself.
Getting up, I walked to my closet door and grabbed the first pair of shoes I could find, which happened to be my boots.
Then I went to the bathroom and gathered up the shorts I’d slipped on after my shower.
Once I’d slipped both my shorts and boots on, I grabbed my sweatshirt off the back of my chair and opened my window.
Luckily, I’d covered my camera before I’d gone to bed, or Ridley would be receiving a call right about now telling him I was trying to sneak out.
Why he’d get one, I didn’t know. I was a grown ass adult, but since I knew Jake was on duty, I knew he’d think it necessary to call Ridley ‘in case I hurt myself’.
Or whatever shit he’d come up with for calling.
Ridley was absolutely crazy if he didn’t see that something was wrong with that weird man who watched my every move.
Apple realized it with one single phone call.
Ridley had dozens, and he still didn’t see the big deal.
I contemplated this for the entirety of my walk, and had just come to the decision that I’d be bringing this up with Ridley tomorrow when I arrived to Apple’s driveway.
I smiled when I wasn’t met with just one, but three of Apple’s dogs.
I wasn’t actually sure the exact number he had, but I was sure there were more than just the three.