Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Maybe he’d at least call her back.
I couldn’t say the same consideration had been afforded to me.
He hadn’t responded to any of my calls or messages. In fact, this was the first time I’d seen him in a week. He was a wham, bam, thank you ma’am kind of man, I supposed. Apparently, he just didn’t feel like talking. Whatever the case, I would ignore him.
“Does my hair look terrible,” I breathed through a rep.
Randi looked at my hair, then lied like the good friend she was.
“It looks perfect.”
I snorted.
I could feel the sweat causing my hair to stick to my forehead, and I could see the colored strands of my purple highlights in my peripheral vision every time I moved my head a certain way.
It was apparent that my braid was coming undone whether I wanted it to or not.
And Truth was going to see me.
There was no way around it.
The gym we were in was small, and one of the only ones in the city of Mooresville.
It was either work out here, or at home, and I hadn’t seen any weights in Truth’s small house or workshop.
I should’ve known that he’d be here at some point; especially with the amount of time I spent here.
“You have four more, and then we can go, right?” she asked.
Randi knew all about Truth.
I’d told her all about our first time, and then again seven days ago when it’d happened for the second time.
Randi, of course, had informed me that I needed to drive over to his house.
I, on the other hand, told her that had he wanted me there, he would’ve answered one of my many phone calls or texts.
I nodded my head at my best friend, then pushed myself to finish my last four reps.
By the time I was finished, I had even more sweat all over my face, and I was fairly sure I was about to die.
“Ohhh,” Randi breathed. “Here he comes.”
Then she leaned forward and covered my face by standing with my head underneath her thighs. Inches away from her vagina.
“Uhh,” I said to her vagina. “I don’t think this is necessary.”
She reached between her legs and placed her hand over my mouth. “Shhh, it feels weird when you’re talking to my vagina and not me.”
I started laughing then and pushed her away.
“Go,” I said. “Breathing in your vagina fumes crosses all kinds of boundaries that are best not crossed.”
She smacked me just as Truth stopped what he was doing, which was curling a fifty-pound dumbbell.
The minute he realized that one of the two weirdos was me, he re-racked the weights and turned to face me.
“Where, exactly, have you been?”
My brows rose.
“I’ve been here. Where have you been?”
He tilted his head.
“Working,” he answered again. “But, if I had your number, I would’ve at least tried to call you once I got off of work.”
My brows rose.
“I did call you…and text you,” I said. “Though, I can see how I might’ve forgotten to give you my number.”
“You might’ve forgotten…” he repeated. “And you never told me where you lived. How, exactly did you expect me to get into contact with you?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “How about answering one of the texts I sent.”
“Were you the one who sent those one word texts four times, once each day, over the last few days?” he guessed.
I nodded my head.
“Four times,” he said. “One phone call, and four texts, each of which just said ‘hey.’”
I grimaced.
“Well, that was more than I got from you.”
He snorted.
“I was working,” he said. “And I have been for the last week because a new semester started. Not to mention it’s kind of hard when I don’t know it’s you that was texting. Would it have killed you to say ‘hey, it’s Verity?’”
My brows furrowed at his words.
I sighed.
He was right.
Randi, however, was tired of being silent.
“I’m Randi.” She held out her hand. “Do you have any friends with nice beards?”
I smacked my friend’s arm.
“You have a husband with a nice beard,” I chastised her. “And I’m pretty sure he’d take exception to you asking some stranger that.”
“He’s not a stranger,” Randi countered. “He’s obviously more than friends with you. So, about those friends.”
I sighed.
“You’re off the hook. You can go eat now.”
She looked torn.
I knew how much she detested the gym, and only came because she was a nice, supportive friend.
However, she’d been telling me about the tacos her husband had started making since we’d started the workout, and I knew she was ready to get home and eat them.
Hell, I was ready to eat them and I hadn’t even been invited.
“Fine,” she finally settled on. “But I’ll be hearing everything there is to hear tomorrow, understand?”
With that she left, leaving the two of us standing in an uncomfortable silence.
“What else do you do besides working on your bladesmith stuff?” I asked him, circling one finger around the braid of my hair and twirling it as I waited for a response.