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)
They were all in my business trying to figure out where we were going to live like it’s any of their business. Denny’s and my old friends were giving him hell, and he had been pretty much cut off for being a dick. Shit, I almost forgot that he’d been sacked. Poor thing, and it wasn’t even his time at bat.
I didn’t even look at my family to see what they were up to, which has never been done. If I went half a day without contacting every last one of my brothers, they’d break down my damn door. Now, I was half a world away, and they were probably having fits. Perfect!
One last thing before the night ends, and then I can get some rest. I have a full day tomorrow, swimming, sex, and mayhem. I got a really good idea about how to start putting Miss. Natalie in her place, but I needed to do some groundwork first, so I got right on that. I knew it was early morning their time and was hoping that they were up like they said they usually were.
I sent out the first greeting and was answered two minutes later. We exchanged pleasantries and got the embarrassing questions about my honeymoon out of the way. Way to say we’re going halfway around the world to have sex.
Garrett’s nosy ass was reading something and staying out of my business for once, or so I thought. “Now, who are you talking to?”
“Your Mom and your sister. We’re in a group chat.”
“Let me see that.”
“Nope!” I held my phone out of the way of his reach.
Since I don’t have time to deal with Natalie right now and I won’t be on her turf for a while, I’ll let my new in-laws handle her until I get there.
Of course, I didn’t come right out and tell them to burn the bitch down; I’m not stupid. I didn’t even mention her name. I just intimated that my feelings were hurt by some things that were said. I apologized for not being the one they wanted for their son and brother, which was a hint as wide as the track at the Indy Five-hundred.
They started asking questions about who had offended me, which I pretended to sidestep while asking them for their forgiveness for not being up to par. Now, I saw these people for a few hours at my wedding but I learned enough to know that they love my husband.
I also know that people like them would take offense if someone goes after one of their own. I simply asked them to trust Garrett’s judgment, which would make them think along those lines and reach the natural consensus that he’s smart enough not to marry a lemon.
I assured them that I was keeping my job and would not be at home spending his money as fast as he made it. That, of course, made them irate that someone would even suggest such a thing, and my job was done. That ought to keep that witch out of my hair until I was done with my list of assholes.
You see, I have a secret weapon that I keep close to the vest. I sincerely don’t care what anyone thinks or does. I have no interest in anyone else’s opinion about most things because most people are fuck stupid.
I live my life on my own terms and not anyone else’s. But I’m sure this hag from Hades isn’t the same. Pick-me types never are. I don’t even need to look into her to know who she is; her whole conversation already told me that. Her mistake is that she thinks I’m like her and her ilk.
I put my phone away because thinking about her was giving me heartburn, and I was this close to contacting her from his phone to give her a piece of my mind. But that won’t do; that would just give her ammunition to use against me later down the line.
“We need to do an interview, or ten.”
“Okay, say when.” The only thing keeping him alive is his readiness to support my endeavors.
GARRETT
Somebody’s in a good mood. I awoke to the most amazing sensation and opened my eyes only to realize that my wife was riding my morning wood. It was still kind of early if the pink hues of the clouds outside the window were any indication, but I wasn’t the least bit tired.
“How long have you been up?” I gripped her hips to help her out because she was still too tight to do much of anything on her own. At least she’d fitted most of me inside of her by the time I came awake. “A while!”
Her hands were planted on my abs as she held on and hopped up and down on my cock. I guess now that I was up I should take over because she looked like she was straining herself.