Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I’m going to spend the day with Isha at her Airbnb. I haven’t driven my car yet and I thought heading to see her and going out to shop would be fun. I can show her around all my old stomping grounds.
“Ugh,” I growl as I step into the bathroom. “Come on, really?”
I stomp my foot and roll my eyes. I’m still adjusting to living with a man. One of the things Bishop does that drives me crazy is leaving his wet towels on the bathroom floor.
It’s gross and annoying. Especially when I stepped on them the first few times as I woke groggy and stumbled across them. I’ve fussed at him a few times already and he promises to break the habit, but he hasn’t done so yet.
“I want to wring his neck,” I mutter to myself as I snatch the towels up and go to toss them in the hamper. “See how easy that is?”
I know he has a housekeeper he’s used to having around to pick up after him, but the least he can do is put the darn things in the freaking hamper. I shake my head and strip from my clothes to take my shower.
My mind drifts to my parents. I can hear them saying I told you so. If I’d gotten to know Bishop more before marrying him, I could have addressed the annoying habit. I roll my eyes.
If I think about it, that’s the one thing we’re bumping heads about. I guess my husband has been too busy for us to be in each other’s hair. Although, speaking of hair. The man has tons of it and it’s always in the sink.
“Stop it, Saga. You’re being grumpy,” I chide myself. “Yup, you need out of this house.”
***
I pull up to the address Isha gave me with a smile on my face. It’s a nice house with a great location. My good mood can be attributed to the warm weather and the quiet ride over.
Bishop tried to insist that Dwayne drive me. I get that I’m now married to a famous rock star, but I still know how to drive. I allowed Dwayne to tag along, but I drove myself.
Dwayne had been super quiet during the ride. I’d left him to his thoughts. The truth is, I missed my car.
I’m also super happy that my car seems to be running good as new. I’ll have to thank Bishop properly when I get back home tonight. I want him to know how much I appreciate his help.
Since I fussed at him about the towels and trying to force Dwayne to drive, it wouldn’t hurt to have a makeup session when he’s done working tonight. I didn’t miss how annoyed he was as I left.
Isha steps her cute little self out of the house, her attention focused on her phone. I laugh to myself as I take her in. Yesterday must have been wash day. She has her hair in two corn braids on each side of her head, taking ten years off her age.
Not that she looks thirty, to begin with. Her shorts are short but tasteful. They show off her toned legs and look cute with the high-top sneakers and T-shirt she has on.
To my surprise, Dwayne makes a groaning sound beside me. I look to him as he shakes his head to himself as if to clear it, then silently climbs out of the car. Isha is so focused on her phone she does a double take as Dwayne holds the door open for her.
“Hey,” she whispers.
“Hey.” He nods.
Isha climbs into the car then reaches to run a hand over her hair. Then she turns to me and scowls, widening her eyes at me as if to ask why I didn’t warn her that Dwayne was coming along. I reach for one of her braids and finger the pretty curls at the tip beneath the band, holding the end closed.
“You look adorable. Ready to do some shopping?”
“Retail therapy is in dire need. Lead the way, my friend.”
I laugh and start the car as Dwayne settles in the back seat, once again lost in his thoughts. I can’t help wondering if his mind has been on his family situation. I haven’t asked Bishop anything about it because it’s none of my business.
“Oh, I love this song. Turn it up,” Isha says.
I tune into what’s playing. It’s one of Bishop’s old songs. I can’t help biting my lip as I hear his voice croon the sensual song. I get why my father finds his music to be crude.
The old stuff is such a contrast to the new music he’s writing. I did notice the difference during the tour. Not all of it was over-the-top provocative, but the majority was pretty close.
Isha and I sing along until her phone pings, grabbing her attention. Looking out the corner of my eye, I see her look down at it and a scowl comes to her pretty face. Instantly her mood changes.