Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 150002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 750(@200wpm)___ 600(@250wpm)___ 500(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 750(@200wpm)___ 600(@250wpm)___ 500(@300wpm)
“Well that’s too damn bad, I’m gonna hate his ass forever after the shit he put her through. And he better not even try…wait a minute.”
I called Travis and heard a whole lot of noise in the background. He was laughing when he answered, so I’m guessing he was fine. “Where are you?”
“My teammate Connor’s from school, why?”
“Have you heard from your dad?”
“Nope, he called earlier but I didn’t pick up. why what’s going on?”
“He’s in the city, if he calls you let me know right away.”
“Is sis going to see him?”
“She doesn’t know yet.” Dead silence for a solid half minute.
“I don’t think she should, especially if he brought that woman with him. I think she maybe had enough for one weekend.” That’s why I love this kid. We’re damn near on the same wavelength.
“Don’t worry about your sister kid. No one’s going to hurt her.” I told him to go back to his friends and hung up worried about this new wrinkle, and what the hell I was gonna do if the old man tried to get to her.
I called mom to give her a heads up just in case and went back to the game. As if my life wasn’t fucked enough, she came through the door almost five hours later looking like a damn runway model.
“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” From the glare Tony threw me I’m guessing that was the wrong damn thing to say, but what the fuck. “Don’t pay Paul Bunyan any mind it looks amazing.
“It does, I didn’t say it didn’t.” I don’t like it. Her hair was blown straight and reached almost to her waist. She didn’t look like my innocent little ballerina with a head full of curls anymore, but more like the hot number in a music video.
“And what’s on your face?” I realized I was being an ass when her lip trembled, and Sherrie gut checked me. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Fuck if I know.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hallway to our room almost in a panic. I was already nervous to let her out the door now this. “It’s okay if you don’t like it, I’ll just…”
“No that’s not it baby, I’m an ass. It’s just that when you look like this it makes me think of other guys seeing you like this. It looks great.”
How do other men deal with this shit? She’s nineteen, I’m twenty-nine, how many years of this shit do I have to look forward to? That baby was sounding better and better.
She didn’t say anything, just stood in front of me looking down at the floor. I felt like an even bigger ass, but I was just being honest. I guess that’s not allowed in a situation like this.
“Look, come ‘ere.” I took her hand and led her over to the bed to sit on my lap. “Let’s start over. Your hair looks beautiful, you look beautiful.” She looked like a fucking supermodel with that gook on her face.
But the smile she gave me was worth whatever heartburn I was going to suffer for the next fifty years. And when she jumped up and ran to prance in front of the mirror I figured I could keep my asshole thoughts to myself.
I never knew a new hairstyle could do so much for a woman. She damn near floated around the house the rest of the night, and when I took her to bed I have to admit, grabbing that long straight mane while I fucked her from behind wasn’t bad at all.
Then came Monday, shopping day. I still hadn’t heard from her dad and I didn’t tell her that he was in the city. I watched her doing her makeup as she got ready to go and bit my tongue.
It wasn’t like it was a lot, just some foundation and a little lipstick with some dark eyeliner around her eyes. But with the straight hair the shit made her look like a whole new person, and she was fuck hot.
I followed her to the door when Sherrie rang the doorbell still not sure I wanted to let her out the house. Shit just seemed to be hitting me from all angles all at once. My chickens coming home to roost.
“Why don’t I come with you?” I had my arms around her hips holding her hostage.
“You’d be bored stiff. Don’t worry, I won’t spend too much.”
“You really think that’s what I’m worried about? I could give a fuck about that. Anyone hit on you, you walk away you hear me.” There, I said what I was thinking. That cute little smile she gave me didn’t help.
I kissed the lipstick off her lips and felt a little better until I watched her put that shit back on in the elevator before the doors closed. I’m so fucking done.