Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“What is your twin saying?”
I clamped my hand over my mouth and stared back at him wide-eyed. Why do I keep forgetting that he knows when Justice is around?
Justice, meanwhile, was trying to bite a hole in my hand so I would move it. ‘Move that hand bitch; I can talk for myself.’
“My twin says yes.” I clamped my hand back over my mouth like that was going to take the words back.
‘I’m getting married in the morning.’
The hell you is, you nut; we’ve got to get the divorce first.
‘You know, I was thinking. What say we have Paul slip and fall off a roof, too?’
Hmm! You bastard, you trying to get me arrested?
‘Calm down; it was just a suggestion. I wouldn’t ask you to do it anyway with your stupid ass. Looking like Edward Scissor Hands.
What’s wrong with my nails?
‘It’s not your nails; your nails are fine. It’s your whole ass hand, you clumsy as fuck. You’d try to throw him off and end up falling your, damn self, taking me with you. Nope!’
“How long do these conversations usually last?”
“Huh?”
“You were talking to your twin just then, weren’t you?”
‘Hey Daddy, hey. See, Daddy, wants to talk to me.’
“No, I wasn’t talking to my twin. My twin died; I drowned him in the bathtub because he wouldn’t shut the hell up.”
‘Pssst, Baby Jane. What the hell kinda crazy are you supposed to be now? You can’t go around saying that you killed off your imaginary twin that lives in your head. Bless your heart. I’ma end up having to take that dick myself because you bending over backward to give it away. You keep fucking around and see if one of those hot young au pairs don’t Tiger Woods your ass.’
What does that even mean?
‘Didn’t he marry one a them and ended up losing half his shit? I dare you to let some other skank get her hands on my shit. You already lost one man to that fucking Scarecrow; now you fixing to lose this one to Poison Ivy and Lady Shiva.’
I don’t even know who these people are.
JUSTINE
Now, this is a vacation. So, this is how the ultra-rich lives. Paul has always thought he was hot shit with his once-a-year trip to Florida, and before that, it was the Bahamas when it was just him and I. I never said anything against it, though my family had traveled all over the world because of Dad’s military career.
It just wasn’t that big of a deal to me, and I guess I never realized how much of a douche Paul was before. I just thought he was overly enthusiastic about things and a little bit hyperactive.
Now I know he’s just an overgrown jackass with an upper-middle-class upbringing that made him think his shit don’t stink like everyone else’s. He’d eat his teeth if he saw where me and the girls were and what we were doing.
My kids were in the water with swimming instructors and loving the hell out of it. Gracie was pretending to snorkel with her cute little goggles on while her sisters, Emma and Susie, were just splashing everything in sight.
Marcus and I were sitting under an umbrella that was big enough to block out the sun and the shadows while still letting us enjoy the warmth of it. There were tables piled high with food of all kinds. Seafood, steak, chicken, stuff for kids, a dessert table, and a little ice-cream-making station.
It was mind-boggling that this was real. There were twice the number of people on staff to each individual that came with us, and when I saw strange men and women just milling about, not dressed for the beach, and asked Monique who they were, I almost fell off my chair. I thought only the president had a secret service.
Ever since I said yes to his proposal, I’ve been feeling kind of shy, something I am not in the habit of feeling. But I couldn’t look at him without wondering what he must think of me. I mean, he’s the one who’s been doing all the giving since we met.
And seriously, what could I possibly give to him anyway? I have nothing that would compare to the life of luxury and ease he already had. “What’s making you frown, gorgeous?”
Does he notice everything?
“I’m not sure. Doesn’t this all seem too sudden to you?”
“Let me ask you a question? Would you have rather known that your marriage was going to come to this in the beginning so you didn’t have to go through with it? Sans giving birth to your girls, of course.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Likewise, when something is good, you should get in on the ground floor.”
“But how do you know that it’s going to be good?”
“Why did you marry Paul?”
“Because it was the thing to do at the time. Because all my friends were getting married and settling down because we promised each other to get married once we graduated.”