Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
He had the nerve to look at me when he said that. “What makes you so sure that that’ll work? I can just not have babies.”
“I won’t let that happen.”
“You’re starting to piss me off; how are you going to stop me?”
“Easy; by the end of our honeymoon, you’ll be so addicted to my dick you won’t be able to stay off of it.” I flew at him and ended up wrestling him all over the bed until I found myself in the very position I was trying to avoid.
On my back with him in me. I knew I should’ve put on panties under this shirt. “Gotcha!”
“It’s not gentlemanly to gloat.” I let him do me, but afterward, I pouted and let my eyes fill with tears. That got me a whole half an hour of cuddles and apologies. Sucker!
I must’ve fallen asleep for the third time. Did you know a plane can be refilled in the air? What the hell kinda Star Trek shit is this? Anyway, I had no idea what time it was or where the hell we were. “If you’d have looked through your watch case you could’ve worn one of your watches that tell international time.”
“I have a watch that tells international time?”
“You have three new watches; they’re in your trousseau.”
“I wasn’t in the right head space at the time. Drats, I wish Mitzie wasn’t behind bars right now. I miscalculated.”
“Oh? How so?”
“I didn’t know I was going to marry a billionaire this weekend. That bitch is jealous of my shadow. This ring alone will get her six months on the psych ward.” I held out my hand and admired my shiny new diamond. It’s a real shame that I’m not into this crap, but at least I can use my new luxury shit to make my detractors green with envy.
“What happened with her anyway? You never said.”
“Oh, that was good. I turned her in for her hundred and one traffic tickets that added up to thousands in fines and a bench warrant, had her car towed, and then had her arrested at the airport for trying to leave the country.”
“How did you do that?”
“I called her in as a runaway fugitive. I didn’t invite her to my wedding. How was I to know why she was headed to Mejíco? You can stop looking at me like I have two heads. That bitch made my life hell she’s lucky I’m not leaving her in a swamp somewhere as gator bait.”
I just love these holier-than-thou types who act like you’re supposed to forgive and forget, even when the asshole didn’t ask for forgiveness. “Maybe she had just as hard a time as you did; after all, she did lose her father as well.”
“It’s not my fault her mother is a scabby trollop. Look, before you start your bleeding-heart shit, I don’t forgive anyone who hasn’t asked for forgiveness and shown that they are genuinely remorseful.”
“What if she asks for forgiveness now?”
“Too late. If she only asks when the heat is on, she’s just trying to save her ass, that’s not remorse, that self-preservation. She’s the reason my Dad is going to get his ass handed to him.”
“Why is that?” He thinks I don’t know he’s playing shrink, whatever. I’ve had about twelve therapists because I refused to talk to any one of them. The last one swore I was spawned in hell because of the way I would look at her. She wasn’t right in her damn head, that’s why.
I just had to let her know which of us was crazier, and I guess she didn’t like that. She wanted to have me committed, but my threats to burn down Dad’s house put a stop to that shit. He never tried that shit again.
“Why is she the reason? Because she wanted everything I had. I never got to spend a moment alone with my own father after the age of thirteen because that bitch and her harpy hag of a mother wouldn’t allow it. Now you’re telling me that all this time, he had a way out. Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt him, but I wish I could find a way to have his car taken from airport parking.”
I gave him a look, but he pretended not to see me. I kicked him with my toes. “Well? Don’t you know someone?”
HELEN
“What do you mean I have to leave my home?”
“You have to leave, ma’am; your home has a flea infestation.” I knew this was coming after the first visit but I didn’t expect it this soon. It was Sunday, after all and who ever heard of city employees working at this time?
“Well, where am I supposed to go?” I couldn’t tell this complete stranger that I had no money. How would I hold my head up in this town if that got out? I was already doing my best to hold it together. It’s the only reason I haven’t left the house, even though the fleas were as thick as hell in there. I didn’t want anyone else to know what was going on with me.