Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
I wait for what seems like forever but is just a couple of seconds. “Okay, fine, I’ll think about it.”
I can’t help but smile at her. “Are you free next Saturday?”
She laughs. “I thought you said to think about it?”
“I did.” I laugh. “But I have to start planning.”
She laughs at me. “What if I say no?”
I smirk at her, my heart speeding up fast, my cock getting hard for her. “What if you say yes? I have to be ready.”
She shakes her head, but the smile on her face is beautiful. “Goodbye, Stefano.”
I look at her, wishing I could kiss her again. “Good night, li’l momma.” I wink at her, and she rolls her eyes before she hangs up.
I immediately call Matty, who answers after two rings. “What do you want?” He doesn’t even say hello.
“Can you watch Avery next Friday night?” I tap my leg nervously, not sure what I’m going to do if he says no.
“Sure, why?” My fist secretly flies in the air.
“I want to take Addison out on a date,” I tell him.
“Aren’t you dating Jenna?” he snaps. “I swear to God, I’m going to kick your ass and then call Uncle Matthew.”
I gawk at my phone. “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you think I would ask her out if I was still dating Jenna?” I don’t even wait for him to answer me before I continue, “Idiot. What do you take me for?”
“Didn’t you just meet your four-year-old daughter?” he retorts, laughing.
I don’t even bother answering him, I hang up on him, and then text Addison.
I got a babysitter for next Friday, is that good?
I don’t want to bother her while she’s studying, but I can’t wait. The phone buzzes in my hand, and I see it’s her.
I didn’t say yes yet.
But you didn’t say no either. Would it be okay, or do you have to work?
I don’t have to work.
I smile that she still hasn’t said no.
Okay, good, so one thing less to worry about.
I’ve got to study.
Call me later, if you want.
I pull up the text to my father right away.
What should I do for a first date?
The sound of thunder fills the room, and I look up in time to see the lightning follow another couple of booms. The sound of rain hitting the window fills the room, and my leg starts moving up and down when I see the little gray bubble with the three dots come up. It stays like that for more than two minutes before my phone rings. I press the green button, and then my father’s face fills the screen. “Hey,” he says, smiling at me, and I see my mother is there. “What does she like to do?” my father asks me, and all I can do is shake my head, shrugging.
“I have no idea.” I look at both of them. “That is why I’m asking you.”
“Well, at least you know she likes you if she had sex with you,” my mother observes, and all I can do is close my eyes. Also, she is not wrong.
“Okay, well, I’m not having sex with her.” Yet, I leave out because no one should be talking about sex with their mother. But then again, no one is my mother.
“And why not?” She throws her hands up. “I fell in love with your father because of all the sex we had.”
“And the fish,” my father chimes in. “She really started to love me when I gifted her Elsa, the fish.”
My mother gasps. “I broke up with you because of that fucking thing. Who gives a woman a fish?” She shakes her head.
“You loved that fish,” my father says as my phone pings with Avery’s name.
I sit up as thunderclaps fill the room, along with the flash of lightning. “I have to go. It’s Avery.” I don’t even wait for my father to say anything.
Her face fills the screen, and I can see she’s in a dark room. “Daddy,” she whines, her voice soft, and I swear I can see tears streaked on her face. My whole body goes numb and stiff at the same time. I toss my laptop to the side and run to the door before she even says another word. “We have no lights.” I run around the fucking house, looking for my fucking keys and finally finding them in my bedroom.
“Where is Mommy?” I ask her and she jumps when thunder claps again.
“She went to check—” she says. “I’m scared.” My whole body goes cold. I run out of the house, the wind and rain hitting me, and I have to shield my eyes.
“Hey, look at me,” I tell her as I get in my car and pull out of the driveway, the wipers going as fast as they can to clear the rain off my windshield, but it’s coming down too hard. The bright white line of lightning flashes in front of me while Avery cries softly. “I’ll be right there,” I soothe her as I try to go as fast as I can safely. “Look at me, baby girl. I’m going to be right there,” I tell her, and then the line goes dead.