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)
“Okay.” I look up at him, knowing he’s going to kiss me again, and I’m not wrong.
He’s about to let me go when a car door opening makes us both look over. Caine gets out of his car and opens the back door to his daughter. “Good morning.” He looks over at us and holds up his hand.
Levi doesn’t let me go, instead he pulls me toward him and puts his arm over my shoulders. “Morning, Caine.” If I was a tree, I have no doubt Levi would lift his leg and pee on me.
“Have a good day,” he replies.
“You, too,” we both say at the same time as he ushers his daughter into the daycare.
Levi waits for him to be in the door before he mumbles, “Dick.” Making me laugh.
“Are you still on that?” I ask as his hand falls away from my shoulder to my back before sweeping my ass, making my insides flutter. A month later, I still shiver every single time he touches me and he touches me plenty.
“Did he not want to bang you?” he asks the question but doesn’t wait for me to answer. “Then the answer is yes.”
“He didn’t want to bang me, we were just friends,” I refute, rolling my eyes. “Now, I have to go to work and so do you.”
“That means I’m right.” He laughs, kissing my lips softly before opening my door and waiting for me to get in.
“You aren’t right, you’re annoying, there is a difference.” I pull my seat belt to buckle myself in. “Now go away.”
“I’m going to have fun tonight.” He leans in and kisses my cheek. “I love when I make you agree with me.” The cheek he just kissed feels like it’s on fire. Literally. “Have a good day, dear.” He closes the door and waves before turning and walking to his own car.
He winks before he gets in, but he always waits for me to leave before he does. I pull out of the parking space, seeing him behind me, I wave one last time before I turn left and he turns right.
I get to work with a smile on my face, just like I have been for the past month. A whirlwind of a month. We crossed over the friendship into the sex thing, something that neither of us has been willing to talk about, it’s just happening. Like we woke up one day and we were more than friends. Like it was always him waking me with his mouth on my pussy. Like it was normal going to bed together.
“Morning,” I greet Raquel when I walk into the salon. “It’s so beautiful outside.”
“It’s going to be a beautiful day.” She smiles back at me. “Also, you have something on your desk.” She can’t help but smile big and I just shake my head as I walk toward my office.
I want to be surprised there is a bouquet on my desk, but this is what he does every single Tuesday when I get to work, there are flowers. Attached is always a cheesy card, pulling the white card out I can’t help but laugh at this one.
I like your style
I like your class
But most of all
I like your ass
L.
I shake my head and put it back in the envelope before placing it in my drawer with the other ones. Last week’s was funny also.
Roses are red
Tulips are corny
When I think of you
I get horny.
According to him, he couldn’t use Cici, so he had to think of another flower, so it’s always tulips like the one from two weeks ago.
Roses are okay
Tulips are fine
I’ll be the six
If you be the nine.
But nothing could have prepared me for the first one.
Roses are red
Lemons are sour
Spread your legs
And feel my power.
I wonder how long he’ll send them. I wonder how long this is going to go on. I wonder how long before one of us walks away. The thought makes my stomach get tight and I ignore it, pushing it deep down. Trying to live in the moment. Live for today. What no one tells you is that it fucking sucks because you don’t know if you are going or coming.
My phone buzzes and Raquel tells me my first client is here, after that the only time I stop is when I walk into the café to grab myself a shake. “Eva.” I hear my name and look over to see one of Levi’s regular bang friends. The smile on my face stays forced and fake.
“Marianna,” I say her name as she walks over to me, wearing a perfect outfit with perfect hair and equally perfect makeup. She comes to me and fake kisses my cheeks. “How are you?” she asks.
“I’m good, how are you?” I ask out of politeness, but I don’t want to actually know. “It’s been a while.”