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)
Leaning forward for another quick kiss, he leaned forward and my butt found the tailgate of James’ truck. Letting go of my death grip on his hair, he backed slowly away from me and turned to regard the woman. She had a scrunched up face, as if she’d sucked on a sour lemon. I smirked at her and her glare got even more intense. She looked ready to claw my eyes out, and if she even took one threatening step towards me, I was going to kick her ass. Not that she had any ground to stand on. Gabe was mine, and she wasn’t going to take him away from me.
“What can I help you with, ma’am?” he asked.
I found that funny. He only used ma’am when he couldn’t remember names. A small laugh escaped me, and he turned with a raised eyebrow. I shook my head at him, and he turned back to her.
“My car is having a few more problems, and I wanted to see if you could fix them for me.” The Whore said.
“I’ve got a huge project I’m working on right now, but Jack here could fix you right up.”
He was so getting a blowjob tonight. He had totally erased my prissiness with his earlier treatment. The whore pouted when Gabe told her he couldn’t help her. Not that I understood why she was turning her lip at Jack. He was nothing to sneeze at either. The army seemed to hire hot men. Every last one of the men I knew that were in the army was unbearably hot. Jack was tall, built, and handsome. The complete package. That is if you didn’t take in the air of remoteness that seemed to repel you if he didn’t want you anywhere near him.
Gabe turned and regarded me. I tried not to squirm or look guilty, and must have succeeded, because he gave me a slow wet kiss and left the garage. I’m sure he was going to play that stupid game again, but I didn’t mind as much now.
Cheyenne and I watched and listened quietly while Jack spoke with Story. What the hell kind of name is that anyway? A stripper name? Okay, if I was honest, it was somewhat cool, but she was a whore in my book, so it made the name a stripper name by default.
Story and Jack worked out a few details, and then an Audi pulled up to the gate. Story’s ride. I wonder if she had a man. It would make me feel better if she did. Jack opened the gate for the Audi and it became clear that this was not a man, but a very rich woman. The woman got out of her car and helped Story transfer the contents of Story’s car into the Audi.
I wasn’t paying attention very closely until a car seat caught my eye in the backseat. There was a little girl. A year and a half at most. She was beautiful. Her hair fell to just about armpit level in loose black ringlets. Her complexion was the same bronze that Gabe had. The little girl was asleep with her head leaned to the side on the car seat. Something kicked in my heart. Gabe’s baby would look like this.
I’ve always wanted babies, but I didn’t think they’d be in my cards. Losing my parents so young made me realize how suddenly life could take a drastic turn for the worse. My ovaries started crying out for Gabe’s little soldiers to fertilize their eggs.
So I could get a closer look at the little girl, I made my way to the car to ask if they needed any help. “Y’all need any help?”
I wasn’t looking at them though; I was looking at the little girl in the back seat. Nor did I expect an answer since I didn’t really want to help. The girl was waking up now that she was hearing voices. She was turning her head from side to side in annoyance at being woken before she wanted to. Now that I was closer, I could tell that she probably was one and a half. It was eerie how much this baby looked like Gabe. If I’d seen her with Gabe, I would have said they were father and daughter without any hesitation.
A body slid into my vision, blocking the baby. The mom of the girl had a look on her face that could kill. Not that I understood why. I hadn’t done anything but admire her baby.
“She’s beautiful.” I said to her.
Jesus. This kid even had the same bone structure as Gabe.
“Thanks.” She snorted.
I didn’t see any of the mom in the baby. The mom had red hair that was styled in a do that probably cost hundreds of dollars to be done. She was wearing designer dark linen pants and a cream shirt. She didn’t look like she belonged in a garage, let alone in the freaking parking lot.
The woman was looking around, as if she was waiting for someone to pop out and come after her. Not that anyone here would ever think about hurting her. Just the opposite in fact.
Story put the last of her stuff into the woman’s car and got in without even saying a word to us. Taking the hint it was, I nodded and told the woman to have a good day.
She acknowledged my statement with a nod, and then got back into the car and slammed the door.
Just as she was closing the door, I heard Story say “Thanks, Sid.”
I looked at Cheyenne questioningly, and then transferred my gaze to Jack who had the same puzzled expression as me. They both wondered what was going on, but didn’t say anything. Story gave her number to Jack through a crack of the window, and then closed it immediately. The woman tore out of Free as if her ass was on fire, burning rubber even smelled in her wake.
I made a note of the license plate, and jotted it down into my notes on my phone before I forgot it. Something seemed very fishy there. Why was that woman so nervous?