Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“That’s kind of hard to believe . . .”
“Believe it,” Tony says. “It doesn’t happen often, and it never happens for some people, especially not with men as beautiful as those brothers . . .” Tony glances their way longingly. “As one of the lucky few who get the golden opportunity, it would be a cardinal sin for you to just let it go.”
“Don’t you think that’s kind of . . .” I can’t believe I’m actually saying this “. . . slutty?”
“That’s just a word people use when they get jealous because they’re not getting laid,” Jessica says.
“Yeah. Who cares what people think?” Sarah asks.
“Even if I . . .” I let my voice trail off. I can’t bring myself to finish this sentence.
“Even if you what?” Sarah asks.
“Yeah. You can’t just end your sentence in the middle like that.”
“Even if I . . . um . . . like all five of them?”
Mason
It's the most pathetic thing.
We’ve set aside some time in our busy schedules to visit our parents. For two whole months. Most parents would be so ecstatic they’d clear their calendars.
We spent the past few years working our asses off, at the cost of our social lives—luckily, at least the five of us go through everything together, and we're enough to keep one another company.
Now, after multiple painful months of hiring and training new employees so we can run the business remotely . . . we're ditched. By our own parents. The ones we went through all that trouble for.
The twins just got into town last night, so I thought we’d have a nice sit-down dinner as a complete family tonight, but apparently, tonight's “date night.”
Our parents now claim that one of the reasons their marriage failed was because the romance was gone from their relationship, leaving them with only duties and obligations. So now they're “making each other a priority.”
Unbelievable. They won’t even miss one date night for us.
It irritates me, but at the same time, I know it's lame to get bothered by it. That's why I'm keeping my mouth shut.
I grip my beer bottle a little harder. If I wanted to hang out at some bar with my brothers, I could do that in the city without having to miss important presentations.
Ugh. Our parents can be so annoying sometimes.
They did, however, drop the name of what's apparently the hottest bar in town. You know, because they go out all the time now.
If I were perfectly honest with Ava, I'd tell her we didn't need a tour guide and it was just a ruse so we could spend time with her.
Ashbourne hasn't changed that much. This is a small town, so it's not like developers are scrambling to build malls and apartments here.
Here I go again, thinking about that girl.
I’m standing in a bar crammed with what looks like all the women in Ashbourne who are in their twenties. My brothers and I should be prowling.
Instead, we’re annoyed about our parents. And antsy about our date with Ava tomorrow morning.
“We shouldn't stay out too late. We’ll have an early morning tomorrow,” Liam says sensibly. It's the kind of thing Liam says, of course, but not this early on a Saturday night.
“It's only nine,” Noah says.
Liam nods, but he seems distracted.
Even though the twins were the ones who managed to get Ava to agree to go out with us tomorrow, they don't seem to be as affected by Ava as the rest of us. And the only difference is we got here a little earlier than they did. There must be something in the water.
Or maybe, we're all just feeling a little lost because now that we've delegated a lot of our work to our employees, we're starting to feel restless. We need a new object of obsession, and Ava works out nicely.
Yeah, that's probably it . . . even though she does have a banging body, with just the right amount of curves, and a pretty face.
Or maybe, I’m actually as excited as the twins about the possibility of all five of us sleeping with one girl. Who knows?
I guess we’ll find out tomorrow when we see her.
“Is that her?” Ollie’s even worse than me or Liam. He keeps seeing her everywhere.
“For the last time, Ollie. . . No.” Nathan takes a big gulp of his beer, seemingly exasperated. “Are you guys going to check out any of the other girls in town, or are we just going to stay obsessed with this one girl the entire two months we're here?”
“Is that her?” Ollie asks again, undeterred. He's nothing if not persistent. This time, he's staring at a different corner of the bar. “The one in the black dress.”
It's Saturday night, so as I follow Ollie’s gaze and try to visually find the girl he's talking about, I feel like I’m playing Where's Wally? because of course, about eight out of ten of the girls here are wearing black dresses.