Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
My heart was currently residing somewhere around my ankles and all my senses were in a tizzy. There was a strange buzzing in my ear, and my breathing was in jeopardy.
“What did he say? Tell me. Oh that was so fucking hot.” She was hopping from leg to leg like we were still in high school and one of us had just landed the head jock.
“Tonight, he said tonight. What does that mean?” I was almost in full-blown panic mode now that reality was setting in. My heart was literally beating out of sync, and I was in real danger of falling out.
“It means he’s gonna put it on ya and if there’s any justice in the world he’d be built like a dinosaur.”
“For heavens sake you’re not helping, that can’t be what he meant.” Where can I move to? I was breaking out in a sweat. I knew without having to be told that if I hadn’t been good enough for my ex, there’s no way I could be of any use to that one. He makes my ex look like a weak little boy in comparison.
“I bet it is and you are not turning this down I will not let you.” Why couldn’t I have a more levelheaded and preferably sane best friend?
“Are you mad? I don’t even know him. What if he’s an axe murderer or something?” I’m pretty sure he isn’t, but somebody has to have some damn sense here for crying out loud.
“Axe murderer my ass, more like the pussy slayer. Where are those damn badass kids? We have to get you ready for tonight.”
“Get me ready how, have you gone insane? Shouldn’t you be telling me that this is all wrong?” Please don’t tell me, not yet. Let me live this fantasy at least until the sun goes down.
“Girl chill, while he was clocking you I was checking him. No serial killer I know wears Hermes belts and Cartier shades. And did you see the Philippe on his wrist?” She was all but salivating.
“The what now?” Janine is a name brand snob so she’s always throwing these names out at me, like I’m supposed to know. Although our husbands had been in the same financial bracket, her guy had always been way more generous when it came to spoiling her than mine ever was.
“Patek Philippe, the most expensive watch on the market, try to keep up.” I just rolled my eyes at her because I was so not looking forward to this played out conversation for the one-hundredth time.
“Fine but what does that mean, what does that have to do with anything?” Janine is of a whole different school of thought than I. She doesn’t have the same trust issues that I do for some strange reason, even though we practically grew up in each other’s pockets.
“It means that that boy is loaded, and from the looks of it he’s even more so than your douchebag ex. That alone is worth going for it, you know that would really crank his engine.”
“Janine, I’m not sleeping with him just to piss Mark off, come on.” Though the thought of it warmed a deep dark place inside of me for a hot second. It really would screw with my ex if I ended up with someone better than him.
Shit, now she’s got me giving it serious thought. “No, no way; it’ll just blow up in my face. I have Alana to think of besides, and like I said, sleeping with someone just to get back at my idiot ex smacks of desperation.”
“Then do it for yourself, you deserve this I’m telling you, I can feel it in my bones.” She gave me the most hopeful look I’d seen on her face in years. It was as if this was giving her life as well.
Well shit. I never mess with her bones. It’s some old West Indian thing that she picked up from her grandma I’m sure. Over the years I’ve learned to listen to those bones. The one time I didn’t…oh well, we’re not gonna talk about that.
The girls still hadn’t made their way off the field, and I was getting anxious for no reason whatsoever. Was I really thinking of doing this? And what exactly was this? Was he going to call me later for a date, what?
The two of us finally gave up and went across the field for our two little angels. That was another thing we’d practically done together as well, having our girls.
It always did my heart good to see the two of them together, so much like Janine and I, the next generation. Another odd couple to set the town’s tongues wagging.
When Janine and her family had moved into the town over twenty something years ago, there were no other people of color hereabouts. No one had told me that she was any different to me, just another little girl.