Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Of course, the plaid skirt we have to wear isn’t as short for everyone else as it is for me. My big ass seems to make it feel shorter as it easily hitches up in the back.
I toss my bra off, also eager to get out of that restraining garment, as I look at myself in the mirror and turn to the side. Staring at the way my back dips in before it rounds out to my ass, I shake my head. Shit, sometimes I really do look like a cartoon character I would draw with how animated my features are.
I’m proud of my body, but being the only girl with double D breasts around a school filled with teenage boys sometimes makes me self-conscious. Between me not giving a damn about my grades and my curvy body, I don’t get taken seriously very often. All eyes are on my tits and ass, but rarely my face—teachers included. Hell, even women included!
The mean girls in school make fun of my weight or call me a slut for having big boobs. Little do they know I’m a virgin! I barely notice when I’m being stared at anymore since it’s so common. I’ve learned to ignore the comments, dirty looks, and horny stares from my peers.
Soon, I’ll be graduating high school, and I won’t have to see these idiots anymore, unless they all decide to stay in Tarrytown. If that winds up being the case, maybe going away to college wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.
I slip into my favorite red bikini and look myself over one more time before tossing on a cover-up and fishing my flip-flops out of the closet.
“Renee, are you home?”
I kick my discarded clothes into the corner of my bedroom before bounding down the stairs to greet my father.
“You’re home early,” I say, kissing his cheek.
He thumbs through the mail in his hands as he talks.
“The house I was supposed to show wasn’t ready.”
“Bummer.”
“Eh, I’m ready for the weekend anyway. The sale will be waiting for me next week,” Daddy says confidently.
He owns his own real estate company, which not only covers Tarrytown but all of Westchester and its surrounding areas. Being the fantastic salesman and people person Daddy is, he does really well for himself—and for me. It’s safe to say that I’m more than a little spoiled.
To make up for not having a mother, Daddy gives me whatever I want and lets me get away with murder.
We’ve always been super close, and he’s never been incredibly strict with me, although he scolds me to improve my grades pretty regularly. Overall, he’s an awesome, cool father. Even though he’s in his forties, he looks ten years younger. When we’re out together, people sometimes think I’m his sister since I have his brown eyes and similar facial features.
“We’ll stop and grab a bottle of wine and dessert before heading to Kane’s,” Daddy suggests.
He heads upstairs to change while I fiddle with my phone. Billy has texted me: Sorry you’re stuck hanging out with your dad and his friend. You sure you can’t get out of it?
I know I don’t have to spend tonight with my father and Kane. Daddy would understand, and I’m sure Kane would rather have guy talk with him than entertain a teenage girl. But Kane never makes me feel unwelcome or out of place.
When I was a kid, Kane and Daddy had poker nights with the guys. I would sit on Kane’s lap while he taught me how to play. To this day, I would rather spend my weekends with Kane than with any boy.
Maybe I’m too old to have a crush on my father’s friend, but I can’t help it. Kane Forrester makes women of all ages salivate, and the thought of being anywhere else when I could be seeing him makes me sad.
I text Billy back, trying to hide my enthusiasm about tonight. Something must be wrong with me… I should want to spend Friday night with my boyfriend, but Billy isn’t exactly the love of my life.
No, sorry. My dad wants me to go. See you tomorrow.
“Ready?”
Daddy bounds down the stairs looking much more casual than he did when he ran up them, wearing a t-shirt, board shorts, and flip-flops. We head out of the door and into Daddy’s Jeep.
2
Renee
After making a quick stop at the store for wine and dessert, we make our way to Kane’s place. It’s a quick ten-minute drive to Kane’s house from ours, which is convenient.
Kane has only lived in Tarrytown for a year. He lived in Brooklyn previously, but his construction company handles large projects in upstate New York and Westchester County mostly, so he wanted to move away from the chaos of the city to be closer to work and for more suburban living.