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)
“Donate.” It’s a nice blouse, floral in color with bright splashes throughout the muted cream background. Someone going back to work and getting on their feet can definitely use it more than me. “Have you given any thought to a date with Pierre?” I can see Delaney’s shoulders move up to his ears. The last guy he went out on a date with almost severed the friendship between him and Wylder. That guy was a total douche nozzle, only wanting Delaney for his connections and money, not for the amazing man he is.
“I’ve thought about it, paced the walls thinking about it. I even went through my closet trying to figure out which suit I’d wear. Only to give up because what if Pierre and I do hit it off only for us to have a falling out? I don’t want to lose my best friend, and Wylder is your brother. It’s tricky. While I love you for wanting me happy, I don’t think it’s a great idea; there are too many fingers in the pot.” I want to battle this out with him, but what could I say to make him see that Wylder and I would never ever be upset with either of them if Pierre and Delaney didn’t hit it off? Even if I know with every cell in my body that they would. Monica, my brother’s human resources manager, agrees.
“Well, I for one understand, though I don’t like your answer. Maybe next time we have a get-together like, say, brunch, you could at least join us and see for yourself how utterly handsome Pierre is, and don’t get me started on his Parisian accent.” I fan myself thinking about how sexy accents are. It makes perfect sense on part of the reason I’m attracted to Nico, since he’s got one of his own, and when he murmurs in my ear while thrusting inside of me all the dirty things he’s doing to my body, it rocks my world.
“That I wouldn’t be opposed to, but take your time making the plans.” Delaney holds up two shirts on hangers. Both are basic tops, ones that I wear probably more than a fashion blogger should, but when I’m not on Instalook, I’m all about comfort.
“Keep. I’ll take my time. Not too much, though, okay? You deserve to find happiness just like the rest of us. Don’t let that asshat make you think you’re only worth your money. That’s just bull.” I get up from my spot on the floor. Delaney has done a lot, way more than I have, and at this rate, we’ll be here a lot longer than he signed on for. It might be a good thing for me, but it’s not for him.
“I love you. I could say the same for you, Journey. We both have so much love to give and no one to give it to, it seems.” My arms wrap around my friend. He hugs me back, and I feel the whisper of a kiss on the crown of my head. Delaney was at the charity gala last night, much like a lot of our friends and family who are always there to help support the cause at hand.
“One day, we will. Now, ready to really tackle this closet? I’ll order us dinner seeing as how we’re going to be here for at least another couple of hours,” I mutter into his chest. He squeezes me one last time, then I step away. “God, this place is a freaking mess. I don’t know why you even offered to help me with this, but I’m thankful.”
“Me neither, but if I don’t have to cook or deal with deciding what to order, I’m more than okay with helping, plus this will calm my ass down on wanting to do this to my whole house.” You’d think with Delaney being my best friend, I’d tell him everything regarding Nico and me. That isn’t the case. My stomach is in knots, the acid burning at the back of my throat at knowing I’m keeping this big secret from him even if it’s for my own good as well as his. You see, Nico’s family has lived through some dark times as well as some light times. Lately, since he’s taken over the business, it’s more about proving that he can handle things, not showing any sign of weakness, a weakness he admitted is me.
“Then I’ll take care of the ordering and decision-making. Think we can get this done before the food gets here?” I tease while grabbing my phone from the closet island, already knowing that after a weekend like this, comfort food is what I’m after in the form of pizza, the cheesy pepperoni and pineapple goodness, dipping the crust in a garlic butter sauce with a salad on the side because that’s how Delaney and I roll. Extra carbohydrates on days like these with a side of health thrown in the mix.