Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
There was no stating it enough. It never would be. This should have been our beginning, but in reality, there was a huge chance it was…
Our ending.
Twenty-Four
Hayes
“I need it as soon as possible,” I ordered on the phone.
“You need what as soon as possible?” Haven chimed in, walking into my bedroom wearing only a towel from her shower.
I ended my call, grinning at her. “Don’t you look sexy as sin.”
She smirked.
Making my way toward her, I asked, “How sore is that tight little pussy of yours?”
Her eyes widened.
“You want to go another round?”
“You know for someone who was adamant about not having sex with me, you wouldn’t think that now. You’ve been inside me twice since last night and you woke me up with your mouth down there.”
“Down there?” I teased, wrapping my arms around her. “What can I say? I wanted to eat you for breakfast.”
She blushed.
“Sweetheart, I’ve fucked you with my tongue. How long you going to blush like that?”
She giggled as I gripped onto her ass.
“So when do I get to fuck you back here?”
Her mouth dropped open. “You didn’t want to take my virginity and now you want to claim every hole?”
Rubbing her mouth with my thumb, I insinuated, “How about this one next?”
“Oh, I see.” She threw her arms around my neck. “You want my mouth down there too?”
“Peach, I’d love nothing more than for you to deep throat my cock but let me cook you breakfast first.” I smacked her ass, making her yelp.
“Can I have some bacon? I’d like some meat.”
“I’ll fill you with some meat.” I thrusted against her.
“Wow.” She beamed. “You’re in a good mood today.”
“Here’s another thing you need to know about me, I’m always in a good mood when my balls are empty.”
“Hayes!”
I smacked her ass again, walking away.
“Oh my God, you’re such a man.”
“Men are very simple specimens, Peach. You keep us a fed and fucked, we’re content beings.”
“Thanks for that tip.”
“Sweetheart, you’ve had more than just my tip.”
She scoffed out a chuckle, following me into the kitchen to sit on the island barstool.
“Since you’re in such a great mood, we need to talk.”
“Words every man wants to hear.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I, but I can’t talk to you when you’re wet and in a towel.” I tugged my shirt over my head and tossed it to her.
She smiled, catching it in the air. “I’m also not wearing any panties.”
I loudly groaned, grabbing the eggs and bacon out of the fridge.
“Stop being so fucking delicious before I bend you over the counter and burn the food.”
She giggled again. “Okay. I’m going to go put on some clothes.”
I nodded at her, setting the stove on low.
“I like you in my clothes and pantyless.”
“Yeah… How about you stay focused on that while we speak about your dad?”
“Haven, there’s nothing to discuss.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re not going back to the bar.”
She exclaimed, “What?”
“You heard me.”
“I’m going back to work, Hayes.”
“Great, you can work somewhere else.”
“Oh, so you want me to work at another bar where you can’t stalk my every move?”
“Don’t fuck with me, Peach. You can work at the mall or some shit.”
“The mall? I’m not going to make the money I am now at a mall.”
I turned around, leaning against the counter with my arms crossed over my chest. This woman was going to send me to an early grave.
“You want to work at the bar of the man who sent you to get assaulted? Make that make sense.”
She thought about it for a second. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Have you confronted him about what he did?”
I nodded.
“What did he say?”
“Can’t say much when my gun is on his temple, now can he?”
She jerked back. “You did what?”
“I handled it. That’s all you need to know.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Since that worked so well for you at the warehouse, right?”
“I know better now.”
“You should have known better the entire time.”
“So what? He’s just going to think he can scare me out of your life? You’re going to make it that easy for me?”
“None of this is easy.”
“Hayes—”
“All you need to do is schedule your trip for the following year. Give yourself more time to make the money.”
“No.”
“Haven…”
“Don’t Haven me in that daddy tone. I’m going to go on my trip after graduation, with or without you.”
“Why does it have to be after your graduation? Europe isn’t going anywhere. You can go anytime.”
“You don’t understand.”
“You’re not making it very easy to.”
“I have to go after graduation.”
I cocked my head to the side, confused.
“I need to do this because she can’t.”
I narrowed my eyes at her, taking in what she was sharing.
She bowed her head, shaking it. “Ever since I can remember, my mom and I made a promise to each other that we would travel overseas after I graduated, and I have every intension of following through with it.” She paused, looking up at me. “It’s only thing I have left of her, Hayes.”