Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“I’m good. In desperate need of you, but no tingling or numbness.” She pressed her legs together, sliding them back and forth trying to gain friction to ease the need built inside of her from sucking me off.
“I guess it’s my turn to make my wife come, then.” I kick my pants off my feet and walk around her until my front meets her back, moving her towards the bed, my cock already hard again. “Bend over, vita mia. It’s time I take care of you.” And I’m going to do that starting with my mouth, returning the favor in a way that will light her world on fire.
EIGHTEEN
Journey
Today is one of those days when nothing goes right. I mean, I should be on top of the world. Wedded bliss has been an understatement. That’s not what’s pissing me off this morning. If anything could go wrong, it does: missing promotional packages, missing contracts that need to be looked over but aren’t, and the headache that’s creeping behind my eyes isn’t helping. The only saving grace is that Nico has been home every night when I come home from working at my apartment and wakes me up in a way that guarantees a great start to my day. Well, it should have, except the mess I’m dealing with.
“How about we leave those and deal with them later, or I can drop them off to the lawyer for you?” Hendrix is my personal assistant and lifeline that keeps me semi-organized, not that it’s her fault. It doesn’t matter how many lists she keeps or texts she sends, I’m always off in my own world. The creative side in me really fucks my life up.
“Lawyer definitely. If not, I’ll have Wylder or Nico look at them. These aren’t the everyday run-of-the-mill contracts,” I tell her, standing up from my place in the kitchen, which I’m using as a makeshift office when we’re both hungry. Today, I’ve already had two Zoom calls, one for a product that’s still in the planning phase that they asked my input on. It’s going to require consistent usage for at least three months to make sure the product is effective, and I advertise it on Instalook. Maybe it’s overkill, but it’s who I am. I’ll never willingly broadcast something I don’t think will actually work. In the other contract there’s a clause about having control over what I can post on Instalook during the campaign timing for three months after. Having another set of eyes to look at it might not hurt, but I’m pretty sure the answer to that contract is no.
“Very true. If anyone can read between the lines, it’s those two.” Hendrix nods, taking a sip of her smoothie. How she lives off those for lunch, I’ll never understand. I prefer a sandwich with all the fixings and chips on the side, washing it down with an energy drink. Is it healthy? Probably not. It’s also why I run every morning, something that hasn’t been happening over the last few days.
“So, tell me, now that I’m off the market, any hot dates lately?” I ask, seeing how the majority of our work is done for the day, having filmed a try-on earlier, a makeup tutorial to post tomorrow, and being at a standstill since packages are currently missing in action. “You know, since I’m currently a married woman and officially not looking.”
“The dating life is wild. I’m on this new dating app, but I swear, in all actuality, going on a date may be a four-out-of-ten chance. Excuses fly out the window on the day of the outing, or they ghost you. Like, what the hell? Make up an excuse, like your pet snake died, but to go quiet? Bullshit. It’s all bullshit. And listen, Journey, you’ve been off the market for a long time now. You might have been oblivious, but no one is really surprised you and Nico eloped.” She rolls her eyes at the end.
“Wait a second; guys do that?” Before Nico, I wasn’t really interested in dating. Building my business was the name of the game. Plus, there were absolute horror stories from some other social media influencers about men only staying with them for their money, and once the well ran dry, they dumped them flat on their face, usually taking half the money with them. No thanks.
“They do, more often than you’d think. I’m probably going to give up soon. Maybe I’m just destined to be a Golden Retriever mom.” She takes another sip of her smoothie while shrugging her shoulders.
“Okay, but tell me another thing: how did you know Nico and I were a thing? We haven’t told a soul besides the inner family members.”
“Well, it’s kind of hard for me not to know, considering I have your phone most of the time, schedule your day, and practically live here.” When she puts it like that, I guess she’s right.