Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“There’s one problem with their neighborhood though. A, it’s expensive. And B, the houses are big and family friendly.” She sighs again like that is a huge bummer.
I should stop. I can feel that this is going to a place that should not be explored tonight.
I should close my eyes, lean my head back, and let the warm water soothe us. Heal us.
I should, but I don’t because my head is already spinning with the dirty truths that need to be said.
“What’s wrong with family friendly?”
She sighs again and caresses my chest. “Nothing, if you have kids and a dog.” She smiles. Her big brown eyes have mascara smudged under them giving her an exotic doll appearance.
“And?” It’s not friendly. I’m not friendly. If anything I’m ready to shake her until she says what I need to hear.
She sits up and turns. “We don’t have kids or a dog,” she snips back. My body is tight as I slowly rise, causing her to slide back and stare at me.
“Edge?” Her voice sounds a little shaky.
“We don’t have anything yet.” I step out and grab a towel as she reaches for the soap. Her eyes narrow.
“I work. You’re gone a lot, so as much as I would love a dog, it’s not really fair. You have to hire a dog walke—”
“Kids. Dolly, what about kids? Not a fucking dog.” I rub the snowy white towel on my face then toss it away as I watch her hands stop rolling the soap around.
She looks over at me. Our eyes connect and I see everything but still need to hear it.
“Are you serious?” She cocks her head. “That has to be some sad attempt at a joke.”
I lean my hands on both sides of the tub. “No joke. I’m not saying I want to knock you up now. What I am saying is we’re thirty-one years old. It’s time to get shit right.”
She blinks at me, then laughs, and I reach for my heart. Dolly does these quirky things when she gets nervous. But today, her laughter is like a bullet straight to my heart.
She stops as she sees my face then nails the coffin shut. “You’re a criminal. Part of a club that does things no child needs to grow up with. And for you to even suggest it… with the way we grew up.” She stands, her hands flying around to grab a towel to cover herself up. Her lips are swollen red from all my love, all the passion I gave her tonight.
I put my heart in her hands and now she’s ripped it out.
I turn, not trusting myself to say anything. Some things this painful need to be kept inside. I don’t need her anymore.
I don’t need her self-loathing to poison me—and her—anymore. We’re worlds apart. I pull on my slacks as she screams, “Where are you going? Always leaving, never staying. That’s you, Edge. You don’t even like kids.” She tears out of the bathroom as I pull on my shoes.
“It’s over,” I say. All color drains from her face, and I walk out the door.
DOLLY
Thirty-one years old
He did not walk out that door, did he? “You motherfucker,” I scream at the empty suite. My hands are shaking, and my legs wobble making it hard to stand. My clit is still throbbing and my ass is tingling and that piece of shit says we’re done? I look around and see his black bag in the corner.
“I don’t think so, Edge Daniels. Not this time. You will not break me and walk away.” Tossing my towel aside, I unzip it. Why am I covering up? I’m the only one here.
“Me, me, me,” I chant. My tears start to fall, and as I kneel, his addictive cinnamon smell fills my senses. Covering my face with my hands, my whole body shakes as the tears I try to hold back heave out of me.
“Why? Because you know we shouldn’t have kids?” I scream into the empty darkness of the room, with nothing but the blinking lights of Vegas to keep me company. That and the small click of the air conditioner turning on. Dropping my hands, I have trouble seeing, my eyes are so filled with tears. But if I search long enough, I will find it. He never goes anywhere without it.
Pushing aside his black clothes, I feel around at the bottom. It has to be here. He wouldn’t keep it in his suit, would he?
Spinning around, I see his black suit jacket by the door. He’d barely brought us through it before his fucking cock was fucking me against the wall. I crawl over. Standing seems too much energy considering the state I’m in.
Grabbing the suit jacket, I lean back and go through the inside of his pockets. Sure enough, it’s there.