Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Ambrose nods and crunches down on a chip. “Right, but the universe had perfect timing because that one right there was rowing her boat and he just happened to fall like two feet into her boat, right between her thighs.”
“Nice.” Nixon nods his head. “Respect.”
“Some might say I fell from Heaven.” I add on.
“Boooooooo.” Chloe does a thumbs down. “You screamed like a girl.”
“Did not.”
“Did.”
“Lies!”
Nixon looks between us. “Well, however it happened, you two look happy.”
“Does that mean you won’t kill us?” I joke.
Nobody laughs.
Nixon rolls his eyes. “I don’t know what you’ve been told, but we’re just a bunch of businessmen.”
One of the guys behind him, the one with the blond hair, laughs. “Yes, very rich businessmen.”
Zane shakes his head at me as if to say stop talking, stop talking.
“Hah, well if I ever need to chat about my financial assets.” I gulp.
Chloe shakes her head and points me toward the kitchen. “Go get a drink, you’re making it worse.”
“Where’s the vodka!” I yell.
“That’s the spirit.”
Blonde scary dude pours me a shot and clicks it against his, can’t say I saw that coming a few months ago.
The twins.
The sex.
The coma.
MB’s pregnancy.
And taking shots with the mafia while famous people just rummage around the house changing diapers and playing Monopoly in a very violent and aggressive manner.
I came to Seaside to relax.
I fled my own house of isolation and loneliness, and was dropped into chaos, but sometimes the universe knows exactly what you need.
The Mafia. Football. Rockstars. Vodka. The floor is Lava.
And Chloe.
“PS…” She comes up behind me, her arms wrap around my body. “…I love you.”
“PS, I love you too.”
THE END