Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“What are you putting on there now?” I asked her.
“A piss on Ford sticker.” Cheyenne said nonchalantly.
“Jesus Christ. Don’t you two ever stop?” I queried.
“I think it’s gonna be hilarious when he sees it. He’s the one who let all the air out of my tires the other day, and put a broken down sign on it. Sam didn’t question me at all, didn’t even ask what kind of sticker it was. He just told me where the razor blades were.” She laughed wickedly.
Cheyenne and James had a fight once a week about what make was better. She was a Chevy girl all the way, and he was a Ford. They tried to one up the other, and it turned into a sibling war, which might possibly start World War 3.
“Here, put this back in that tool box right there.” She said as she handed the razor to me.
She gestured with her head at mammoth toolbox in the corner, “I got it out of that black one right there.”
I walked over to it and opened the first drawer, then the next, and the next. Wrenches. Sockets. Screw drivers. Air wrenches. All meticulously lined in a certain order that made no sense to me. Why couldn’t they line these up in order of size? What it looked like was one side had one set that went from small to large, and the other side did the same thing. Seems to me that they would combine the two and then line them all up in order of size.
“Whose toolbox is this?” I asked her.
“Gabe’s.” she answered.
A smile split my face. A smile so wide that my face kind of hurt.
Feeling devious, I re arranged the first drawer that had the wrenches in it. Then moved on to the next and did the same thing there. Then when I got to the socket drawer, I took them all out of their little holders and lined them up the way I felt they should go. He was probably going to have a shit fit, but it serves him right for ignoring me. Maybe next time he will have a little sympathy.
It was on the fourth drawer that I found a hammer, and a box of metal rods that had a letter on the end.
Curious, I took one out, inspecting it. Then it dawned on me what they were for, and I went about spelling, “I LOVE EMBER” on the top of Gabe’s toolbox. It looked pretty nifty if I did say so myself.
Feeling as if I accomplished something, I wrote a note on a pad that he had sitting on top of the toolbox, and set it on top of the rearranged wrenches in the first drawer. Cheyenne and I were just about to leave when a little white Honda pulled up to the gate and pressed the call button. Jack came out of the office and walked to the gate. A little bottled blonde stepped out of the car, all long legs and ass. Her hair was perfectly placed. She was wearing a white sundress and white sandals on her feet.
Immediately I recognized her. This was the slut-bag who I saw Gabe having lunch with the other day when he was supposed to be having lunch with me.
He’d called and canceled about fifteen minutes before, and I didn’t pack my lunch, so I made a run to The Back Porch for a quick burger. There I’d seen the two of them together, walking out with his hand on the small of her back, guiding her like a fragile flower. I knew instantly that I didn’t like the bitch. She smiled up at him like the fake she was and laughed the most annoying laugh I’d ever heard.
They walked to Free’s work truck and got in together. He’d made sure to hold the door open for her and help her inside. I saw a flash of her white panties, and knew that he’d gotten a prime view as well.
I was hot. I went ahead and ordered my lunch, but then decided that I was going to go ahead and give him a piece of my mind. Therefore, I drove to Free, getting more and more upset as I drove. When I got there, Gabe still hadn’t arrived. Once I was done talking with Cheyenne, I knew I had to leave before I made a complete fool of myself. I’d managed to ignore him completely until I’d been attacked. It never even registered in my mind that I was mad at him that night. I knew I needed him, and I knew he would come. So, I called him, never doubting for a second that he would be able to help me in some way.
Now here that woman was. She and Jack spoke for another minute before he punched the code in the panel at the gate, and it slid open. She fell into her car, pulled it up to the front of the garage, and turned it off. My eyes never left hers. She sat in the car for another minute before her gaze found what she was looking for, and that was my Gabe. I didn’t realize that Jack called Gabe until I saw him rounding the corner of the garage. He saw me and froze. Taking in the fact that the woman who made us have a huge fight was there, and could possibly start something again.
Of course, he was able to put the mother fucking X-Box controller down for her. I was totally going to kick his ass. Maybe even hide his controllers. He was going to be frozen out tonight if I had anything to say about it.
The woman stepped out of her car and called out a greeting to Gabe, but it fell on deaf ears. He ignored her and walked straight up to me. He grabbed me and pulled me into a scorching hot kiss. My arms and legs automatically circled his body; fingers forked their way into his hair and held on for dear life. His kiss ravaged me. I was seriously on the verge of the Big ‘O’ when he pulled away. I didn’t drop my arms or legs though. If he put me down right now, I would land on my ass. My legs felt like Jell-O.