Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 241
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
If we find you are the one in communication with a tabloid, you will be terminated immediately.
On a better note, an H.M.C. Philanthropies event has been scheduled for May. It’ll be the biggest of the year. Some of you may be participating. Volunteer list will be sent out later. We’ll begin security prep for the event next month.
It’s a Fight Night in Vegas.
Best Regards,
Price Kepler, owner of Triple Shield Services
Akara Kitsuwon, owner of Kitsuwon Securities Inc.
Jon Sinclair, Alpha Lead
Thatcher Moretti, Omega Lead
Ian Wreath, Epsilon Lead
DONNELLY’S DAILY PLANNER
SUNDAY, FEB 17TH
Today’s Focus: be careful with your gf but not too careful. Ride that dangerous line to the moon.
To Do:
Pick up X at Hale House.
Mock Panel with the Fizzle Five (gf will be there—don’t mix bodyguard duties up with bf duties).
Show Luna the promised land (Wawa. Not sex *yet*).
Take her pseudo-virginity.
Notes: Today’s gonna be the day. Gonna go the distance with Luna. Physically. Think we’ve been making big strides everywhere else. Just need to take her to Wawa first. Feels right check-marking that box beforehand. Been a long-time coming.
Good news: Thatch is *almost* officially back on-duty. March 1 is the day. Heard the good news during a penthouse fam dinner (mac & cheese with chicken, courtesy of yours truly and my space babe). Also heard SFO’s “group therapy” sesh ended with Frog feeling ganged up on. She walked out. Akara consoled her? Idk. Feeling like Froggy needs me. Just don’t know how.
Might call in sick when Epsilon has their therapy sesh.
Also! The Procrastination King has been chitchatting with Spencer during study period. She’s always busy with academics tho. Think he likes that about her. Spencer = happy distraction. Easton = painful distraction. Xander’s bff isn’t doing so hot.
ALSO!!! Who the fuck is leaking shit about me & Epsilon to tabloids???? No fans should know about that. Still think it’s an inside job. Wondering if SFE is trying to make me look bad so I get fired.
Fuck them.
Meals: Wawa with the gf. Then going to town on the gf’s pussy. Eating good today.
Water: GF’s Pussy: Refer to “meals” and also, gonna fuck her tonight. Thirst will be quenched.
Question of the Day: Why does Cherry Fizz taste like blackberries? Would Eliot kill Charlie for the Fizzle throne? Would Ben? Would Xander?
43
PAUL DONNELLY
“Salem, here girl.” I shake doggie treats at the bottom of the Hale’s staircase. Salem is perched on the third step and eyes the treats with a good dose of skepticism. Like I’m planning to feed her arsenic.
Poison isn’t what I had in mind. Even if she looks like she’d rather bite me.
Still love her.
She’s a picky pooch though. With one whiff, Orion would sprint after these bacon bits. Yesterday, I offered Salem chicken treats. Week before that, beef.
She must be a vegetarian.
Every weekday when I pick up Xander to take him to Dalton, Salem comes running. Just to growl at me. There’s been a constant rift, and nothing I do seems to mend it.
I continue my stare-off with the Newfie. After a beat, Salem barks twice, then races up the stairs. Away from me.
“No bacon. Got it,” I mutter and shove the bag of treats in my back pocket. Easier blaming the treats than myself. Don’t want to think too hard on what it means for that dog to dislike me so much. Especially when she belongs to Kinney.
“Donnelly?”
I flinch.
Lily’s voice catches me off guard, even more so when she rounds the corner. She’s holding a steaming cup of coffee between two hands, and she’s dressed in X-Men pajama bottoms and Black Widow slippers.
A week has passed since the Super Bowl, and she’s avoided me every time I drop by. I didn’t think today would be the day. Feel unprepared is all. My jeans are ripped.
I rub a hand through my hair. “Hi,” I say like I’m meeting my girlfriend’s mom for the first time.
“Hi.” She steps forward and takes a deep, readying breath.
“Jesus, Dad! He’s not doing okay there! Why can’t you see that?!” Xander yells from the second floor. Lily and I both look up at the staircase as he shouts, “It’s not about me being stressed!”
“You’re my first priority—”
“I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine. You know who’s not okay?”
Easton.
I know this has to be about Xander’s best friend. Easton was so shaken in the parking lot on Wednesday, he wouldn’t get out of his car and go into school. Xander sat with him and missed his AP History exam. Easton’s dad wasn’t happy about his slipping grades. He decided a good punishment was to strip his son’s bedroom of everything except box springs and a lamp.
Xander told him, “Just finish the school year at my house.”
“Live with you?” Easton asked.
“Yeah,” Xander nodded. “Live with me.”
They talked about whether Easton’s parents would even allow it and decided they would. But only if the famous Loren Hale asked them.