Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 145091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Dom of my Dreams
My mom wants me to stay at her place. In my old room. She hasn’t changed it since I left home. I used to care about Topanga from Boy Meets World more than I should have.
Taylor
Well, at least you have a childhood room to go back to, mister. I have motel rooms across the world. Suck it up, buttercup. I have to prove to Big Tag I know where a ball sac is and how to deflate one.
Dom of my Dreams
See, that sounds like fun. Send me video. Also nudes.
Taylor
Not happening. You want to see these babies, you got to view them in person.
* * * *
“Hey, I liked the ultimate fighting video you sent.” Drake’s voice was warm over the line.
It had only been a couple of days, but she already enjoyed these calls way too much.
She’d thought Drake having to leave would be her salvation, thought his absence would be an easy way to put distance between them, but instead they’d talked more over the last week than they would have if he’d been here. If he’d been here, she would have retreated to her room and found ways to distract herself. She wouldn’t have spent most of the day looking at her phone to see what new weird fact Drake had sent her or what picture he’d taken as he was out and about. It was stupid. He sent her pictures of his favorite bagel place and the park behind his parents’ house. He sent her pictures of the dog who tried to hump his leg while he was jogging, and he’d detailed his old room for her. Yes, he had definitely been too invested in Topanga.
She’d sent him the things he requested. He wanted some footage of the training she was doing, so she’d had Kim tape her while sparring with Tucker and Jax.
She’d had to stop herself from taking pictures around the bar the night before. She and Kim had gone down and done some dancing and had eaten fried candy bars and had a good time.
She’d wanted to share that with him, but she’d forced herself to stop.
“I’m glad you approve because Brad was still not convinced.” She sat down on the bed that seemed bigger than it had been before. It wasn’t like he’d slept with her in this bed, but she’d dreamed enough about it that the bed felt too big. Damn man had taken over her subconscious life.
“Was? That sounds like the past tense. What did you do, little predator?”
She wished she didn’t love the sound of his voice so much. “Well, Brad decided what my training lacked is the element of surprise.”
“Oh, shit. Is he alive?”
It was good to know one person in the world was confident she could take care of herself. She was surprised it was Drake. “He snuck up on me. Well, he tried. He thought he was being so quiet, but I picked up on him two flights down. I think I managed to not break his nose. His will to live is another thing altogether. He took it pretty bad. I don’t think he liked getting his ass kicked by a girl.”
“Well then he shouldn’t be trying to supervise such badass chicks,” he murmured. “You still have time to watch with me?”
He’d asked if they could do a group watch of some anime he’d loved when they were kids. Of course by group, he meant the two of them.
She hadn’t watched anime in years. It might be nice to spend some sweet hours with a hobby that meant so much to her childhood.
“Hey, it’s okay if you can’t. I know you’re working and you’re two hours behind me. I already ate. My mom scolded me about not eating broccoli. You would think I was still ten,” he complained. “Anyway, I don’t want to push you.”
“I would love to watch, and I’m eating dinner right now.” She had brought up her turkey sandwich and cup of veggie soup. “I’m ready for a show. I’ve never watched this one. Tell me why you love it.”
“Well, it’s about a haunted toilet.” There was pure sunshine in his voice.
She clicked the button on her computer to start the show and settled in.
* * * *
Dom of my Dreams
These are perfect. I hate why you had to do them, but I can’t deny that your fake records are impeccable.
Taylor
I try. I’m going to admit that Jax and I had fun with the deep-fake video. Though I’m sorry you have to take it to your mom.
Dom of my Dreams
It’s going to make things easier in the long run. I wish I could tell her, but my father is insistent. I’ve tried to talk to him but he’s so distant. Anyway, how are you, baby? Tell me what kind of trouble you’ve gotten into.