Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
"I have something!"
My friends squeal while Daria excitedly urges me to spill.
"In my fantasy..."
Madeleine visibly holds her breath.
"I'm this really dumb girl—-"
Andie blinks like my words have instantly sobered her up. "Okaaaay."
"Like really, really, dumb, that I can't even think of anything to worry about." Just saying the words make me feel all tingly inside.
Oh, if only that could be true!
"Is the kinky part coming next?" Daria asks hopefully.
I nod vigorously in answer, and Nik's wife brightens up. "Go on then."
"So there's me, this innocent and super-dumb girl—-" I beam and point to myself for emphasis. "And one day, I go to my doctor—-"
All three girls groan.
"I'm just getting started," I protest.
"You suck at thinking kinky," Andie complains.
"But you haven't yet heard the good part!"
Madeleine looks at me dubiously. "What's good about visiting your doctor—-"
"Everything," I exclaim with a laugh.
Daria glances at my friends. "I think she's really, really smashed."
I find myself pouting at her words, and that's when I realize...
Oh.
Since I've never been the type to pout, maybe I am drunk.
But...
Who cares?
I still have a kinky fantasy to share with my friends, and so I keep on pouting.
"Will you guys just let me finish first?"
Water spills over the edge of the Jacuzzi as I jump to my feet.
"So...where was I?"
"You're a dumb girl," Andie says while making a face, "and then you went to the doctor—-"
I clap my hands in delight.
"Yes, exactly, aaaaand..." I do my best to parrot the sound of a drumroll, and the other girls double over in laughter.
"My doctor happens to be a super, super hot—-"
Daria lets out a whoop. "Now, we're talking!"
"Conscienceless prick——"
My friends start looking confused again, but I'm just way, way too into my fantasy now to care.
"And so when he tells me I need to take my clothes off—-"
"Ooooooooh."
My audience finally gets it, and I feel rather drunkenly smug at how they're now all eagerly leaning forward to hear the rest of my fantasy.
"I say 'yes, doctor', and..."
My voice lowers to a dramatic whisper.
"That's when things get really, really kinky."
Four
Iwill never ever drink again.
Hangovers are the worst, and a gorilla starts throwing a tantrum inside my head as soon as my alarm goes off.
I'm usually quick to shower, but drinking all night has turned me into a zombie, and a full hour passes before I finally make my way to the open-air aft lounge in one of the upper decks.
The first thing I see is Nik with his bikini-clad wife seated on his lap, and the pair is making out like a couple of teenagers.
Yeargh.
I quickly turn around and clear my throat loudly.
"You can turn around now," Daria says laughingly after a moment.
Nik's expression is totally bland when I face them again, but the way he's stroking Daria's bare back is unmistakably possessive, and the glitter in his eyes every time his gaze rests on his wife's features is unabashedly sexual.
Yuck.
"Get a room, will you?"
Nik only smirks. "Why should I content myself with a mere room...when I can make love to my wife all around our yacht?"
YUCK.
I'm sure millions of other girls would love to hear Nik say such words, but since I do only see him as a brother—-
You just never want to imagine your brother having sex, you know?
The staff finally comes in to serve breakfast, and I'm saved from further PDA since couples in love still do need to eat like the rest of us normal humans.
Nik and I get into a friendly argument like we usually do as we dig into our fancy seafood omelettes and fruit crepes, and Daria also does what she usually does, which is to laugh her butt off without any intention of mediating.
The billionaire excuses himself to take a business call just as the staff returns to clear the table, and Daria leans towards me as soon as her husband disappears from view.
Her eyes are sparkling with excitement, and I'm not sure why, but my stomach suddenly starts feeling queasy.
"Have you heard back from Andie yet?" she asks in whisper.
Her words make me feel even worse and the fact that I still don't understand why I'm feeling this way is so...not...good.
"Why should I hear back from Andie?"
"Uh, duh."
I shake my head. "No, really. I don't recall—-"
A memory flashes in my mind, and my body jerks in shock.
Daria is looking at me expectantly. "Well?"
Oh God.
"Have you heard back from your smoking hot, conscienceless doctor yet?"
I jump to my feet so fast, I accidentally knock my chair over, and Daria looks at me, startled. "What?"
"I, um, need to poop."
Daria chokes out a laugh, but I'm too much in a panic to feel embarrassed.
Shit, shit, shit.
I'm sure Daria thinks I'm running because I'm about to shit myself, and that might as well be true, figuratively speaking.
What the hell have I done?
I wait until I'm back inside my room before I get my phone out, and my fingers shake as I scroll through the emails in my inbox.