Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“We can find him,” I offer, and her head snaps up. “You know that, right? I’m sure we can find him.”
“He found me at work today. I panicked and ran.” She throws her hands over her face and groans. “What’s wrong with me? I know he’s the one.”
“Not everything has to be perfect, and I think it’s a little funny.” I fight a smile. “You have this dream idea of how everything is supposed to happen and life doesn't always go according to plan. Sometimes people lose bets and have to get their dicks pierced.” I can't stop the laugh that comes from me. Nikki fights it for a moment before she’s finally laughing with me.
“Tell me what happened to you,” she demands after we pull it together. God, it feels good to laugh like this. After my week I need it and it helps. I tell her mostly everything, but it’s nowhere near as dramatic as hers.
“So you passed out and then he left?” she asks, not sounding convinced of my story.
“Pretty much.” I take a sip of my hot chocolate before I place it back down onto the coffee table.
“Maybe he was in the bathroom?” she offers.
“He was gone,” I answer. I tried to come up with a reason for it all week, but nothing changes the fact that he left me there. “At least your man tracked you down, which means he’s the one.”
Even in the chaos of what happened to them, he sounded sweet and possessive according to some of the stuff he was saying to her. He’s also on the same page as her about them being each other’s person. I thought Hank was my person and I never believed in that crap until that night. Too bad my person didn’t think I was his person. I bet most men run if you start talking to them about weddings and babies and happily ever afters.
“I’m really sorry, Sugar.” Nikki reaches out and grabs my hand, giving it a small squeeze.
“I’ll be fine,” I lie. The ache in my chest hasn’t been getting better and I’m afraid it’s getting worse. I still don’t want to talk about it and doing so isn’t going to get me anywhere. I decide changing the subject might be easier. “When are you going to give in to your man?”
“He got my cherry quick. He can work for this.” She nods sternly and I’m sure it’s the same look she gives to all the kids in her dance class when they’ve done something naughty.
“I’m sure he will.”
Nikki smirks at my reassurance and I think she’s enjoying the idea of him chasing her down. My heart aches that Hank isn’t out there looking for me. For all I know he’s eating his way to some other girl’s heart. The thought is like a punch in my stomach and I just can’t believe that he’d do that. Maybe I’m crazy.
“Sugar, are you sure about this Hank guy? I mean, it sounds like you were going to…” She waves her hand at her lady business.
“Let him have it?” I probably would have if I hadn't passed out.
“If he was a dick, would he have woken you up and tucked you into a bed and took off? It just doesn't add up.”
“Don’t. I’ve already thought about this enough for everyone. I really want to stop thinking about it.” I’m not sure if that’s possible, but this ache can't grow any more or I’ll break in half.
“You know what you need?” she asks, standing up. “Wedding cake.”
“You want to crash a wedding?” She hasn't brought up crashing any weddings all week, though we both avoided the other most of the week and kept our heads down.
“Why not?” She shrugs. “It’s not like we have anything else to do.” She holds her hand out for me and pulls me from the sofa against my will. “Go get dolled up. We’re going out.” She smacks my butt hard and it makes me yelp. It works, though, because I get a move on to get away from her.
“I’m crazy,” I mutter as go to my bedroom. I’m hungry and I could use some wedding cake. I bet it wouldn't be as good as the one Hank fed me. He not only ruined orgasms for me but maybe cake, too.
There’s only one way to find out.
Chapter Nine
Hank
“You owe me,” I tell Dean when we get out of my car and make our way to the building.
“How many times are you going to throw it in my face?” he complains as we walk through the glass doors.
“I don’t know. How many times do you plan on getting your dick stuck inside a woman?” We both stop when the old lady nearby turns around to look at us. I lower my voice and lean closer to him. “After this we’re good, okay?”