Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
I nod thoughtfully.
“That does sound risqué. I mean, of course I do risqué things all the time, but I’m also a twenty-something living in the big city. We’re supposed to make mistakes at our age. But how old is your mom?”
“Forty,” Peyton says in a glum voice. “She recently got a facelift so she looks younger, but yeah, my mom is the big four-oh.”
“Oh wow, that’s crazy,” I murmur. “And I’m sorry about your dad too. I hope he recovers somehow.”
The skin around my pretty friend’s eyes tightens a bit, and she nods.
“Yeah, that’s why I think I’m going to quit. I need to go home to take care of my dad a bit. I mean, the damage to his mental health is tremendous, and not only that, but I’m really worried. He’s a shut-in at the moment, and someone needs to take him to the doctor, not to mention just making sure he’s eating and drinking like a normal person.”
I nod.
“Is there anything I can do to help? I think it’s wonderful that you’re going to go home to care for your dad. He’ll definitely appreciate it, and you’re an amazing daughter.”
Peyton nods slowly and bites her lip before looking up at me.
“Yeah, I know. But the thing is that I’m not just sad about the situation, Carrie. I’m angry. I’m really pissed that my dad has to suffer like this, and … well, this is a little diabolical, but I saw a photo of my mom’s boyfriend on the web yesterday.”
I nod.
“And?”
“And he’s gorgeous,” my friend confides. “I mean, he literally looks like Henry Cavill from Superman.”
My eyes open wide with surprise.
“And he’s dating your mom?”
Peyton nods.
“I know, right? My mom looks good after her facelift, but she doesn’t look that good. My mother is no Lois Lane, trust me. But I’ve been thinking about … well, intervening in their relationship, if you know what I mean.”
I shake my head slowly.
“Oh my god, are you serious?”
Peyton nods and giggles.
“It would definitely make my trip home more interesting, right? I steal my mom’s boyfriend, humiliate her, put my dad out of his misery, and do it all by banging Henry Cavill on the side. Not only that, but I hope Henry falls in love with me too because it would serve him right for the emotional pain he’s inflicted on my father! I could kill the asshole for that.”
I shake my head with admiration.
“Girl, you are wild, and I definitely support you because that sounds like something I would do myself. Go get ‘em!”
With that, we dissolve into giggles at the café because we’re fun, bubbly women who look like nincompoops on the outside in our mini-skirts and high heels. But on the inside, there’s more than meets the eye because Peyton and I are wreaking havoc on the world, and using our assets to their fullest, most sensual extent.
I smirk again while taking a sip of my coffee because you know what? Pey’s right. There’s no sense in waiting and wondering. I should act now and take the bull by its horns by instituting this reverse psychology thing. After all, no man’s going to buy the cow if he’s already getting the milk for free, and maybe I need to apply that philosophy to my next actions. I’ll make Casey, James, and Brad pay for their milk … and it’ll be worth every penny they spend.
CHAPTER 7
Brad
We’re back at Club Z, and this time, James, Casey and I have a plan of action in place. We’re going to play hard to get with Carrie, and figure out what she’s really here for. After all, unicorns don’t just materialize from thin air for no reason. She must have something up her sleeve, and we’re going to find out what it is.
But it’s hard to resist the curvy girl. We’re seated on the couches in the dimly lit lounge when she appears, and the beautiful brunette is ravishing, as always. She’s dressed in pink teddy adorned with lacy sequins. Her big breasts spill out the front, and goddamn, but the string of her thong barely even covers her asshole. Not only that, but Carrie is practically glowing tonight. Her skin is ivory in the dim lights of the lounge, and those chestnut tresses are arranged in a wavy mass about her shoulders. Goddamn. I’d love to fuck her from the back while gripping a handful of those curly locks, pulling her head back in the process. The burn on her scalp will be real, but some girls dig it, and something tells me that Carrie’s part of that crew.
I stand, ready to take her in my arms, but then remember I’m supposed to be playing hard-to-get. Oh. Right.
“Hey,” I grunt, looking over her lush assets. “Nice to see you.”
She nods and flutters her lashes at me.