Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Bullshit.”
“Hey, if you had this face you wouldn’t have to pay for it either.” I duck as he moves to punch my arm.
“Fucking prick. “ He mumbles as he opens a beer.
“Anyway, I thought Molly was a quality lay, otherwise you wouldn’t be going back for seconds would you?” I sip the Corona.
“Molly’s cool. She doesn’t give a fuck. That’s why I go back, and yeah she’s a good lay. Same reason you’re fucking Lilly is it not?” He grins wickedly.
“Stop.” I sigh.
“What?”
“I know you’re imagining fucking Lilly right now, stop. Fucking pervert.” I grumble.
“Dude, that’s freaky. What are you a mind reader?!” He looks genuinely confused.
“No, you’re just that predictable.”
He shrugs. “Anywhere that girl goes, every guy in the room is fucking her in his mind a hundred different ways anyway. My one little fantasy won’t hurt. Everything about that girl reeks of sex…dirty, nasty sex.” He grins. I can’t deny that.
The door goes and Hugo answers it for Henry and Will.
“Hey bro. You ready to have your arse handed to you like a little bitch?” Hugo taunts as they come into the kitchen. Will is Hugo’s little brother, but they are polar opposites. Will is always immaculate, quiet and mature. Very un-Hugo like.
“Hey guys.” I greet them. Will waves from where Hugo now has him in a head lock.
“Hey Theo. How’s it going?” Henry sits on the stool next to me. Henry is an old school friend of ours, he was wild back in the day, but now he’s married and settled down. Fuck. That. “He seems in a good mood.” He nods at Hugo.
“Yeah, he just got laid.” I say.
“That explains it.” He chuckles.
“Move your arse’s bitches. COD calls.” Hugo says in a theatrical singing voice and then mimic’s like he’s riding a horse out of the room. I have never said that I think Hugo is completely sane, but he does make for entertaining times, of which we’ve had many.
I don’t even know who won the game. Only that Hugo accused us all of cheating, in a game where there is no cheating, just tactics.
By the end of the night I end up drunk enough that I crash on the floor. I wasn’t drunk enough to forget what happened on the couch and sleep on it.
Chapter 12 – Lilly
I meet Molly for dinner at Albi’s, which is our favourite local pizza parlour. Its two pounds for a huge slice of pizza. If there’s one thing better than pizza, it’s cheap pizza.
“So, Hugo invited me to go play pool with him and his friends tonight.” Molly says once I’ve demolished my huge slice of pepperoni.
“Hugo? As in ‘even more of a whore than Theo’ Hugo?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Firstly, you can’t listen to the papers. Secondly, we’re just having fun.” She takes a bite of her pizza.
“Does just having fun include the swapping of STD’s?”
She sighs. “Lilly.”
“Okay fine. How did I not know about this? I thought it was just a one night thing?” I huff.
“Well I haven’t seen you since last weekend, there’s been a couple of times since then.” She shrugs. “Don’t judge Lill’s.” She points a warning finger at me.
I hold up my hands. “Oh believe me, right now I am in no position.”
She laughs. “True. So you and Theo have a thing now?” She muses.
“Thing? No” I laugh. “Sex. Yes. I figure there’s a few week’s worth of sexual tension built up. It’ll fizzle out soon”
“You don’t think it could become more?”
I snort. “Definitely not. Would you want more than just sex with Hugo?” I tilt my head.
She laughs. “Definitely not.” She raises her beer bottle. “A toast to the using and abusing of man whore’s. May they fuck well and move on quickly.” I clink my bottle to hers. “So, will you come play pool with me anyway?” She gives me her practiced puppy dog eyes. “I don’t want to go on my own with a group of smelly boys.”
I sigh. “Is Theo going to be there?” I ask.
She shrugs one shoulder. “No idea. You could text him and find out.”
“No.” I shake my head.
“Wait, you want to see him, or you don’t?” She asks.
“Don’t. I do not want to socialise with him.” She frowns. “Lines Molly, lines!”
“Oh, okay. Well look, let’s just go. If he’s there, he’s there. If you’re chilled out about it then it’ll be fine.” She smiles. “Pretty please.”
“Molly.” I whine.
“I’ll owe you.” She grins, sensing an easy victory.
“You’ll owe me big time.” I huff.
The bar is a traditional English pub. A large mahogany bar sits to the right hand side of the room and is packed with people.
Molly texted Hugo to say that I was coming, to which he replied; ‘Great, she can play with Theo. He’s being a miserable fuck.’
We’ve just got here and are now sat in a booth with Hugo.