Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I can see her there, typing fast, her cheeks getting even more flushed and her anger making her fingers move quickly.
I can imagine the redness of her virginal flesh, making me want to explore that concept….
The redness, when I softly bite her thighs as I get closer to her sex, as I squeeze down with passion on her ass, or push her breasts together and guide my hands to her nipples, caressing.
And with each movement, her gorgeous body will become lust-red for me.
I don’t want to talk about Kennedy, I reply. It’s the best I can do, though I know I owe Alice so much more.
Then maybe we shouldn’t talk at all, Alice texts. I don’t know what to make of any of this. It’s bad enough my sister has a crush on you. Now I have to think about you with all these other women….
Does the thought bother you?
Three lines appear, telling me she’s typing, but then they disappear.
They appear again – disappear.
I’m not sure how long I spend staring at the flashing show, wondering what my woman’s going to say, wishing I could alleviate her pain without letting it all out.
Aurora would be pissed if I told Alice – a woman I don’t really know – about the Kennedy lie.
But at the same time, Aurora was the one who gave me Alice’s number. So she must know I’m interested in a way I’ve never been before since I stopped even trying to date a long time ago.
Maybe tonight was a mistake, Alice replies, ignoring my question. It’s too complicated. With Natasha – my sister – and Kennedy, and everybody else… I’m a virgin, Weston. There. I’ll say it explicitly – A V-I-R-G-I-N. I don’t know how to deal with stuff like this.
She’s telling me she’s inexperienced… telling me she needs me to show her the way as her older man.
It’s a duty I’ll perform gladly, never letting her suffer through life alone, never forcing her to live in fear or doubt or the pain of not knowing how badly I want her.
A man in my position has to be careful, I type. Imagine this, Alice. Every interaction. Every person you meet. You never know if they truly like you or want you. You never know if they’re just there for the cash or the influence. And some men, they enjoy that. They don’t care. They turn off the part of their mind that stops them from thinking about it. But I can’t.
Do you think I’m using you? she asks.
I know it’s probably a mistake, even as I type the words.
But some of the tension inside of me has to be released.
I think it’s a possibility.
Wow, she responds. Just wow.
I don’t text her back, unsure of what to say.
An hour passes with me not doing much of anything.
She doesn’t text me again.
CHAPTER 14
Alice
“So, when is Weston Wyatt coming for another visit?”
I’m sitting in the living room, staring down at my coffee, wondering if the searing pain in my head is going to leave me alone anytime soon.
It’s a pulsing I’m finding difficult to tolerate, but that’s what happens when a person goes three days without sleep.
Three days since the kiss, the heat, the angry texting.
I didn’t mean for things to spiral into a near argument.
But that’s what happened, and now it’s like we’re in a standoff, with neither person wanting to text first.
“He isn’t,” I say, not looking at my sister.
“Oh, that’s a shame.”
My gaze snaps to her with more fierceness than I intend. It’s bad enough thinking about Weston with other women, anybody who isn’t me but my own sister… I can’t tolerate it, even for a second, the thought of his mouth on her lips.
“Please,” I say.
Natasha tilts her head. “What’s up?”
“I don’t want to keep talking about Weston all the time.”
These past three days have been painful, as I’ve tried to keep as busy as I can, not allowing thoughts of him to dominate me, not allowing that evening to return.
The kissing, his body pressed against mine, his hand between my legs.
But late at night, when sleep finally starts to beckon, it’s there, the temptation, the endless wondering.
I should reach out, text him, do something.
Why is he ignoring me?
Oh yeah, I remember.
He thinks I’m using him.
“Why?” Natasha asks after a pause, and then she narrows her eyes. “Oh, Alice, I had no idea.”
“No idea about what?” I say, struggling not to snap.
It’s been a struggle lately.
Maybe that has to do with the fact that I check my phone several times an hour – or maybe several is an understatement – or the fact that there’s so much I want to say to Weston.
But I can’t.
Since I’m just a user, apparently.
Natasha reaches over, touching my shoulder softly. “Do you… like him?”
I almost push her hand away.
It all seems so absurd, sitting in our cruddy falling-down-around-us apartment, in my cheap clothes, with my curvy body, talking about if I’m attracted to Mr. Hollywood.