The Soccer Mom’s Bad Boy Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Drama, Erotic, Funny Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
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“You’ve heard of the whore of Babylon? Well that is the slut of Riverdale.”

“Janine, oh my word.”

“Hush.” She shushed Ilene while I tried my best not to laugh at her antics.

“She waltzed into town and befriended this one even though I told her not to, that I didn’t trust that twat. And the next thing you know she’s fucking the littlest dick in the West.” It seems like there were still some raw feelings there, at least on Janine’s part. I was working on my girl not giving a fuck one way or the other anymore.

Ilene face planted into her palm and looked like she’d like nothing more than to disappear under the table at the littlest dick crack, personally I found the shit funny as fuck.

“I didn’t tell her that.” She mumbled the words between her fingers.

“Child please, as many disgruntled mornings as I’ve done spent with you, you didn’t have to tell me that that fool wasn’t working with anything. Now that brings us back to you Mr. Dane, if you’re only here long enough to hit the skins please make it worth while, please tell me you’re packing something bigger than a pencil, this bitch needs to have something to show for the drama that is her life.”

I almost choked on my water but she wasn’t done. “Laws I despair of this child ever having an orgasm, for shame. So are you or not? Hung I mean.”

“Janine quit it.” Ilene cut in while I roared with laughter. I wonder what she would tell her friend when I’m not around?

The conversation went on for some time before I had to leave, and thank fuck they’d changed the subject. Some shit had come up back at the office that I had to deal with, but so far I could handle it from here. If that changed in the next few days I’ll have to leave her, which I was in no way ready for; but at least we’ll get to see how we deal with my many absences in the future.

I kissed my woman goodbye and whispered some sweet shit in her ear to give her a tingle before going to tell my new daughter goodnight. I’d decided that where she was concerned I wasn’t going to push it. From what little I’d learned, if women were an enigma, these preteen girl types were approaching rabid beast, so I’m going to tread carefully since there were so many different elements at work here.

I plan to let her come to me instead of forcing myself on her, and so far it seems to be working. “Look after your mom for me while I’m gone lil bit.”

“I will.” I didn’t even have to instigate the hug that I got or the one that was followed by her little friend. I found that the key to dealing with Alana was to treat her like a mini adult. Know that she had a functioning brain with some pretty good ideas, but she was still at that age where certain things scared the shit out of her and she still needed mommy and daddy. Piece of cake! Contrary to what my guys had said when I asked them for some pointers. According to them, I needed a Hazmat suit and riot gear, dumb fucks.

It was getting harder to leave so I knew something had to give and soon. I wasn’t on any time constraint, wasn’t about to live my life according to days and times. For some it may seem like too little time had passed since we found each other, but as far as I was concerned, the heart knows what it wants and that’s good enough for me. Besides, times were we saw them and dragged them the fuck off then and there; no muss no fuss. This new way of doing shit was fucked if you ask me.

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ILENE

This Dane person is unlike anyone I’ve ever experienced before, and I’m not just talking bedroom gymnastics. His whole persona is so completely different to anything I’d ever known, and I wasn’t sure whether to be flattered half the time, or scared out of my mind.

Secretly, I love the way he is with me, and my daughter, but there’s still a part of me that’s afraid to trust what I feel or any of it for that matter. How can I go from feeling so undesirable, to believing the things he says to me?

How do I trust that this versatile and yes volatile man who looked like an orgasm on steroids found me so appealing? Okay so he does put his money where his mouth is, but there has to be something else going on here. I’m still waiting for the punch line because there is no way that he could be serious about all this.



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