Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Where the hell did I leave my phone?” My patience is wearing thin. The pacing this morning and well into the afternoon, slowly leading toward the early evening, is getting to me. Never mind the whole week, where my stomach has been a ball of nerves. Eating was hard, and sleep was even harder. It didn’t matter the time of day. I was in a constant state of worrying if I was doing the right thing or if this would work out the way I wanted it to.
“Finally.” I fluff out my comforter. I have the bad habit of lying down in the middle of the day and getting lost in a game or scrolling through some social media app and losing hours at a time. Then I’ll think about something totally off the wall, fling my phone, and climb out of my bed to do whatever pops into my head. My phone pings as I pick it up, and I’m not prepared for the sight that greets me.
“Holy shit.” My breath whooshes out, and the nerves whirling in my stomach turn from a tight knot to butterflies. I knew they vet who they match; I didn’t think I’d be instantaneously attracted to a man by his picture alone. He’s standing, hands in his pockets, wearing a suit. No, he’s owning the suit. It looks perfectly tailored to his body, and while my body is immediately attracted to his stature, the real showstopper is the slight smirk. It makes me wonder what his smile might look like in person. I know one thing, it’d probably make my panties drop. Okay, now that I know what he looks like, it’s time to figure out his name. I scroll through the rest of the message. He’s six foot three, never been married, no kids, likes to hang out at home on his down time, what it doesn’t say is what he does for work. I finally land on his name, Easton Bosa. It matches the man perfectly.
Okay, now that I have the details, I need to get myself together. My makeup isn’t going to finish itself. I still have to take my hair out of the hot rollers and finish styling it. Plus, I’ve got to feed Kitty Kitty, get dressed, switch from my normal bag to a smaller purse. You know, the massive thing I carry to and from work, it holds the whole kitchen sink and then some. I have to somehow manage to downsize to just my keys, wallet, and phone. That’s about all that fits in this tiny, dainty golden bag with its long gold chain. Why do guys have it so much easier? Like Easton, for instance. He’ll probably shower, shave, comb his hair, throw on a suit, put on shoes, and walk out the door. Of course, he probably doesn’t have a mom like mine either. This is her event, and her family will look their best. The only one who gets a free pass is Isabella. My niece is lucky. She’ll be able to eat dinner, hang out for a little while, and then Antonio and Gabrielle can head back to the hotel room they rent for the evening. Not me, usually, I’d be stuck at the event for its entirety. Tonight is a different story now that I’m bringing someone. When I called Mamá to tell her I was bringing a last-minute date, she was shocked, started talking in rapid-fire Spanish. I tried to keep up with what she was saying but couldn’t. She finally put Papá on the phone, who laughed and told me not to worry about Mamá. It might put a damper in the Alejandro bit, but when he asked me how I felt about that little scenario, Papá listened to me, didn’t say anything until I completely vented about not wanting anything to do with my once teenage boyfriend and how I had a feeling the reason for the divorce wasn’t her not wanting children. Judging by the posts he's recently put up, he’s more interested in women, booze, and partying. Of course, Mom doesn’t know about his new lifestyle because social media goes straight over her head and she refuses to even get on it. If I had known letting all out this would have an effect on my happiness, maybe I would have done it before now.
I walk back into the bathroom to finish my tasks. While my hair is setting, if it sits too much longer, the style I’m going for won’t work. I’ll end up with tight curls reminiscent of another place and time. I bring my phone with me, not for the purpose of staring at Easton Bosa, because I absolutely will be. I’m going to turn on some music and zone out while I get the rest of myself ready. I’ve spent entirely too much time lollygagging. As it is, I’ll probably be running late when Easton arrives. What a great first impression that will be. I blow out a breath. It’s now or never. In all reality, never isn’t an option, or I wouldn’t need a man to keep Mamá off my back. As for Alejandro, I bet I’m not even a thought on his playboy mind. But Mamá is doing this because she wants her best friend to become her sister. Sorry, Mamá, I’m ruining those plans indefinitely. And Easton Bosa is going to help me even with the dent he’s making in my savings account.