Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“No one is hotter than Rosie,” Dom said loudly like he was making a fucking announcement in the middle of this engagement party. Rosie shook her head in exasperation when some heads turned our way.
“Quiet down, Dom. Yes, Marissa is hot,” Rosie said. “I don’t think she’d be good for you. She talks about herself too much.”
“Red flag.” I took another sip of tequila. At that, Lenora smiled, though she looked away quickly to hide it.
“Could be a good thing,” Loren said. Cat rolled her eyes.
“She doesn’t ask questions, though,” Dom said. “Isn’t that what you said? She talks so much about herself but never asks questions about anyone else.”
“Okay, maybe a yellow flag,” I said.
Lenora’s jaw ticked again. I tried to hold back a smile, but it was impossible. Normally, I stayed away from jealous women. They annoyed the fuck out of me with their false accusations, and they were always false. I barely had time for one woman. I couldn’t understand why they’d think I’d make time for two. After Crystal, I stayed away from women like that, but seeing Lenora’s reactions made me feel something. Jealousy looked hot on her. Everything seemed to look hot on her.
“What kind of women do you like?” Lenora asked, her eyes widening like she was shocked she’d asked the question.
“What do you care what he likes?” Dom asked. My heart started beating faster.
“I can’t ask a question?” she raised an eyebrow at him.
She was wearing a lot of makeup, but I saw her blush. Or maybe I was imagining things I wanted to be there. I stopped my train of thought, trying to remember what I had to eat and drink today and whether or not I'd smoked any pot. I didn’t smoke pot often, but it would be the only explanation for me acting like a horny teenager around this girl. Maybe I’d smoked pot last night with Nico and Matti while at the strip club. I didn’t remember much of last night, but I was sure it was like every other night I’d gone out with them. They’d hang out at Scarab, help me put up frames and install light fixtures, and then we’d go to the strip club and drink. They’d go to the back rooms with some women while I sat in the front, scrolling through my phone and idly watching the women dancing on the pole. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy watching them, but we'd gone so many times that I was on a first-name basis with most of them. I'd seen them in plain clothes, so the illusion was gone. I wasn’t one of those people who sat there picturing myself fucking my friends. I’d gone down that road before. No thanks.
“Are you asking what type of woman I like to fuck or what type of woman I would settle down with and marry?” I asked once Dominic stopped bickering.
She swallowed hard. “Is there a difference?”
“I mean, I wouldn’t die for any women I’ve fucked.” I tilted my head. “If I meet one worth dying for, I’d marry her on the spot.”
“On the spot.” Loren laughed. “I’d pay to find this woman.”
“And you’re a cheap bastard, so that’s saying a lot,” I replied. He flipped me off.
“How would you know?” she asked. “How would you know she’s worth dying for?”
My heart did a little skip that made me pause because what the fuck? When did that question start making me feel shit?
“I have no idea,” I answered. It was the truth.
“You’d just know,” Dominic said.
I looked at him. “Yeah, but you’re a weirdo. You knew you wanted to marry Rosie when you were fifteen.”
“How’s that weird?” Rosie asked.
“Did you think you’d marry Dominic?” I raised an eyebrow.
“At fifteen?” Her brows rose. “Fuck no, but that’s because he was screwing all the cheerleaders.”
“I would’ve dropped every single one for you, and you know it.” He shot her a look. “You were too busy dating my brother.”
“Oh, God. Here we go.” I took a bigger gulp of tequila. Loren and Cat said the same thing and also took a big gulp of their drinks.
“So it’s never even crossed your mind to die for someone you were. . .hooking up with?” Lenora asked quickly, staying on topic. “Do you have a type?”
I was grateful for her questions because the last thing we needed was Dominic staking his claim on Rosalyn as if he hadn’t done so a million times already. Annoying as fuck, I tell you. I wasn’t entirely sure how I was supposed to answer her. How was I supposed to explain that I’d met enough women to know I would never meet the one I’d die for? Therefore, this conversation was inconsequential. I humored her anyway because I couldn’t say no to Dominic’s sister and could tell she was naive enough to believe in real love, despite having to marry a man she didn’t love.