Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 86074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Mitch had mumbled again about how men and women shouldn’t do each other’s jobs and pointed out how his parents had been married for forty years with the same division of labor and they were perfectly happy.
“But your Mom doesn’t have to work outside the house,” Lili reminded him. “Your parents’ generation could afford for a woman to be a stay-at-home mom and housewife—we can’t. I shouldn’t have to pay all the bills, go to classes several times a week, and also do all of the housework. It’s not right!”
“Well, you know babe, if you quit those stupid art classes, you’d have more time to get stuff done at home,” Mitch had pointed out. “I mean, what are you really gonna do with an Art degree anyway? It’s a pointless waste of time and money when you could be doing right by me and getting the house into shape. It’s kind of a sty in here, ya know?”
Lili had clenched her jaw in pure fury.
“It’s a sty because you lay around here all-day making messes for me to clean up!” she’d snarled through gritted teeth.
“Because cleaning the house is the woman’s job,” Mitch had insisted. “Along with other things.”
“Other things? What other things?” Lili demanded. “What else do you want me to do besides work a full-time job and then come home and pick up after your lazy ass while I also do all the shopping, cooking, and cleaning?”
“I’m talking about a wife’s most important job—her marital duty,” Mitch had said importantly. “Babe, we haven’t had sex in weeks—I have needs you know.”
“You have needs? Seriously?” Lili spat at him. “What about my need not to come home to a filthy house every day—filthy with messes you made?”
Mitch had spread his hands.
“Look, all I’m saying is you’re not doing your job either. You’re not giving me what I need as a man.”
Lili had put a hand on her hip.
“Oh, so now sex is my job too?”
“Yeah, it is!” It was painfully clear that Mitch really believed what he was saying. “A wife isn’t supposed to deny her husband. Maybe if we had sex more often, I’d feel good enough to go out and find another job. And then the house wouldn’t be so messy because I wouldn’t be home all day. See? It’s all connected.”
“I see. So it’s my fault you lay around all day making messes and also my fault you haven’t found another job,” Lili said, wondering if he could actually hear himself.
“Yeah, it is. I mean, I’m trying to be patient and forgiving but I’m sorry, babe—you’re just not doing your share,” Mitch had told her with a completely straight face.
That conversation had been the last straw for Lili. She finally realized that Mitch was never going to change—because he honestly believed the crap he was spouting.
The very next day she had visited a lawyer she could ill afford and filed for a divorce. She had moved away from Mitch and his family and started making a life for herself—the life she’d always wanted. And she had been perfectly happy to stay single from then on…
Up until now, whispered a little voice in her head as she finished peeing. Now you’ve finally met some men who are interesting…
But men was the key word as in two of them. Lili had met and married Mitch right out of high school—she’d never been very sexually adventurous, even after her divorce. Well…not in the real world, anyway. She did like to read spicy romance novels and imagine herself as the heroine. She’d read plenty of ménage and why-choose romances but would she actually try having a three-way in real life?
You might not have a choice if you really got serious about dating Twin Kindred, whispered a little voice in her head. She knew from talking to Rachel that Twin Kindred had to share a woman. What would it be like to be shared by two such big, muscular warriors?
Just thinking about it made her nipples tight and her pussy wet. Quickly she rose and straightened her skirt, trying to push the lascivious thoughts aside. She had only just met Dark and Light—it was silly to be thinking of having some kind of future with them. Doubtless they would all go their separate ways after tonight…right?
It occurred to her as she straightened her clothes that the person in the other stall was awfully quiet. Someone had come in and out while she was peeing, but the new occupant of the stall beside hers hadn’t made any noise once they sat down.
She glanced down but the stalls didn’t have a gap at the bottom, so she couldn’t see anyone’s feet—she only knew that the stall had been locked when she’d tried it earlier and was presumably locked again since it had a new occupant. But there wasn’t any sound at all—not even the shuffling of feet or the clearing of a throat.