Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
“The beginning usually works well.”
She proceeded to tell me one fucked up situation that I could barely comprehend. It was like one thing after another, and I thought I was in some warped version of The Twilight Zone. Madam wanted her to have VIP; she had wanted her to have it since day one. I tried my best to listen, knowing that was what she needed from me. Even though in the back of my mind… I wondered if she would take it. The eeriness of my nightmare was gone, but I knew it would come back.
They always came back.
“What are you going to do now?” I sincerely questioned.
“Obviously, I fuck my best friend. I mean, why not…let’s just add icing on the cake.” She placed her head in her lap. “I’m so fucked up.”
“No… I am. In a weird, fucked up sort of way, I’m glad it happened. I love you, Kid. I always will. I think somewhere along the way, I confused that love into something that it’s not. It got twisted.”
She frowned.
“I slept with Brooke. Let me rephrase that… I’ve been sleeping with Brooke since that night at the club.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Oh my God! She hasn’t said a word.”
“Well… at least that answers that.”
“Brooke is—”
“I know what Brooke is. I’m so in love with her, and sleeping with you just made me realize that. I’ve never met anyone like her. There’s something beautifully broken about her. I can’t stay away.”
“I don’t know what to tell you. How often do you see her?”
“Often enough.”
“Are you going to tell her?”
“I don’t know. Are you?”
“Devon, please… I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I can take care of myself, Kid.”
She nodded.
“Think of it this way, I got to fuck two VIPs, and I didn’t have to pay,” I chuckled.
Her head jerked back, wide-eyed. “Oh my God! You’re not paying for Brooke?”
“That’s your response?” I grinned. “Of course not.”
“Ever?”
“No, not once.”
“And she knows that?”
“Yeah. She wanted it that way.”
“Brooke? She wanted you to not pay?”
I nodded and she laughed. I could tell she was caught off guard with everything I had disclosed. I didn’t blame her; I would have been too. I missed Brooke. I missed everything about her. A huge part of me was missing, gone. A part I never knew existed, until she came into my life. She brought life back into me, or maybe I never had one until her.
“What time is it?” she asked, taking me away from my thoughts.
I looked at my phone. “It’s almost midnight.”
“I left Chance at Brooke’s house; I need to go let him out. She’s probably wondering where the hell I am.”
She walked toward the door and I followed.
“It’s not going to be weird now, right? You know… now that we’ve… you know…” she mumbled, facing me.
“Seen each other naked?” I casually replied.
“That and...”
“Fucked?”
“Yeah,” she answered, looking away.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you shy and nervous? Is it because my cock is so huge?”
She smiled. “No, that was a nice surprise.”
“You did come…twice.” I stretched my arms. “Just saying.”
She slapped me in the chest, and I fell backward with an oomph.
“Let’s pretend like it didn’t happen. Think we could do that?”
I bit my bottom lip. “Damn…I don’t know, Kid, that booty and that pussy…”
She gasped; surprised that I talked to her like that.
“I’m kidding. To be honest, it was like having sex with my sister.”
“Eww… now you’re being disgusting.”
I rolled my eyes. “Come here.” I pulled her into a tight embrace. “I love you. Nothing, and no one is going to change that. You and me, we’re together till the end. Got it?” I whispered into the side of her neck.
She took a deep breath, knowing I meant every word.
She left my house, and not even an hour later I was walking outside to Hurricane Sebastian. Which turned into one giant shit show, where we beat the shit out of each other, even though I tried to reason with him that it wasn’t what he thought. I couldn’t blame the man; I would have done the exact same thing. So I let him get a few good punches in, and gave him the satisfaction he needed.
It didn’t help with the heated exchange of words between Ysabelle and him. It wasn’t pretty, it was one of the hardest scenes I had ever seen break down before me, and I had seen some heavy disturbing shit. But nothing compared to when a woman was crying over a man, begging for forgiveness.
Nothing.
He left her crumbling and broken on my front lawn, exactly how I had done to Brooke six weeks ago. I picked her up and carried her into my bedroom, where she bawled her eyes out all night long in my arms.
The real fucked up part.
It gave me satisfaction to comfort her.
When I knew I didn’t do that…