Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Is he packing?” Clarabella asks me, and if I could kick my own ass, I would, because the minute she says that, I feel my face flare up.
“Oh my God!” Addison says, pointing at me at the same time putting a hand to her mouth. “You had sex with him.”
I slap my desk. “I did not!” I deny. “We did not have sex.”
“Okay,” Shelby questions, “do you sleep in the same bed as him?”
“That’s the worst question of life,” Presley declares. “You sound like Amber Heard’s lawyers.” She laughs. “Did you drink a mega pint of beer?” She imitates the lawyer.
“I think they even objected to themselves; it was not a good day for her.” Clarabella shakes her head.
“Okay, let me do this,” Sofia urges. “Have you kissed him?”
“Oh, good question.” Addison points at her.
“We kiss all the time.” I roll my eyes.
“With tongue?” Sofia adds and now I glare at her. “That’s a yes.”
“You kissed him.” Addison slaps the desk. “With tongue, that is, like, big.”
“It’s a kiss.” I try not to make it seem like it’s a big deal, because it’s not. “It’s just a kiss.” I reiterate, again my voice going up a touch. “It’s just a measly little kiss.” A squeal comes out.
“Oh, my,” Shelby cautions, “she’s about to blow.”
“How big is his dick?” Clarabella now sticks her face into the phone. “And you can’t lie. You’re under oath.”
“No more court television for you,” Presley hisses at her. “Now answer her question.”
“We were both tired,” I start to say. “It was a long day. Cici was sick and didn’t sleep. We didn’t sleep. She then threw up on me.” I don’t even give them a second. “Then I woke up and my ass was all over him.”
“Yes, girl.” Clarabella winks at me. “Proceed.”
“And then the barrier I made in the middle was gone, I don’t even know where it went.”
“His dick cut through it.” Presley snickers.
“And then I wake up and I’m dry humping him.” My face goes close up to the camera.
“Did you guys?” Addison asks softly.
“No.” I shake my head. “I woke up and I was in his arms and his hands were on my ass.” They all nod like yes. “And then his lips were on mine.”
“OHH,” they all sing out.
“And he was kissing me and I was kissing him back—” I start to say but I’m interrupted by Addison.
“Was it weird,” she asks, “kissing your best friend?”
“No,” I admit and feel like I want to hit my head on the desk. “I feel like it should be, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t at all, it was all—” My arms extend beside me. “It was all tongue.” My stomach gets fucking flutters. “It was—” I try to think of words but can’t.
“It was hot.” Sofia helps me out. “So you guys just kissed?”
Say no, my head yells, say no, but instead, I just shake my head. “He got me off using his fingers,” I mumble, “while I—”
“Held his pole.” Shelby laughs.
“Is he big?” Clarabella asks. “He has to be big; he looks like one of those European men. You know, like the hot guy from that movie. I think he’s Italian.”
“What?” Addison and I both say at the same time.
“What?” Clarabella reacts. “You trying to tell me Stefano isn’t packing heat?” Addison doesn’t say anything. “Exactly. You think your father-in-law isn’t packing heat?”
“He’s one thousand percent packing something, that man is fine,” Clarabella swoons, and Addison looks like she is going to vomit. “He is so fine. Vivienne…” She shakes her head. “It’s not any woman who can keep that man, but her. She must do all the things.”
“She’s French,” Shelby explains, “they are more open about their sexuality than the rest of the world.”
“Excuse me, I would like to never discuss what my in-laws do,” Addison declares, “like never again.”
“I agree with her.” I hold up my hand.
“Yes, can we circle back to Levi and Eva?” Addison directs.
“Oh, I have a question,” Shelby says. “If you did have sex with him, would you be walking normal this morning?”
“Oh, that’s a good one.” Clarabella points her pen toward her. “Sneaky also.”
“All I’m going to say is that I get the hype now.” I close my eyes. “I was all like, why do these girls all come back and beg for more?” My stomach that was fluttering less than a minute ago is now burning. “I have no doubt if I wanted him to do me hard, I would have trouble sitting the next day. I would feel him for days.”
“You need to get yourself some of that,” Sofia encourages. “Trust me, the more you fight it, the harder it’s going to be.”
“Oh, that was a good one.” Clarabella snorts. “The more you fight it, the harder he’s going to do you. If you are lucky, he’s going to snap—and boom—Pound Town all over the kitchen table.”