Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
“Why are you here?” He ignored me and walked to the living room. I should take back my key.
“I thought you said you were going into the office? Why aren’t you dressed?”
“You believed that shit? How can I concentrate on work when she’s out there alone?”
“She’s not alone you gimp, Kev’s with her, not to mention the two you insisted he take along.” His disrespectful smirk told me he was having way too much fun at my expense.
He propped his feet up on the ottoman and called to my cook to bring him a bottled water. “What do you want?”
“Since you’re not going in I guess I’ll stay here and keep you from losing your shit. It’s poker night tonight anyway did you forget?”
Shit! It’s a standing agreement since our college days. Every last Tuesday of the month the three of us get together to tell lies about the good old days and try to rob each other blind. I looked at my watch.
‘That’s at least eight hours away.”
“So?” This fuck! He proceeded to annoy me for the rest of the afternoon and it took me a while to realize he was handling me. “Kev put you up to this or did the two of you come up with it together?”
He leaned forward and clasped his hands between his knees. “Seriously, if you want your woman to be loosey-goosey then you can’t hover. She’s gonna pick up on your stress that way and go back into that shell that Kev and I fought so hard to bring her out of.”
I ignored him taking credit for that. “If you’re inclined to use that psych degree why the hell are you driving me around?”
“Fuck right the fuck off.” He asked for another bottle of water and chugged it. It was a legit question but one he cheerfully hates.
This fuck never got past the first few weeks after his residency after spending half his life studying that shit, because as he said, people are fucked in the head. I’m still not sure what he expected when he went into that field in the first place.
Personally I think he thought that Kev and I were having too much fun together and just wanted to be part of it. Either way, I can’t imagine him sitting in an office for hours on end listening to other people’s problems without losing his shit. Plus I pay him way more than he would’ve made anywhere else, and I like having my boys around.
He talked my ear off for an hour and a half, checking his watch at different intervals. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m keeping time, I have to make sure you don’t walk out the door before her lunch date is over.” He said that shit with a straight face and brought home to me just how fucked I was.
“You’re right, I’m worried about letting her out of my sight. I’m not afraid of the senator, I’m just afraid of her having even a moment of fear because of that fuck.”
“Kev would eat that fuck if he gets out of line on his watch, no worries.”
He had a point but I still couldn’t relax and the asshole shot daggers at me with his eyes each time I picked up my phone to call and see how she was doing. I told him to get bent and texted her anyway after two hours. Fuck, I’m proud of myself.
GISELLE
“Is that your man checking up on you?” I put my phone back down on the table and picked up my glass of fancy ice-tea. After stressing about walking out the door earlier I’m surprised at the ease I feel sitting down in the semi crowded restaurant on top of one of the luxury stores on Fifth.
It’s a place I’d frequented before getting married and had been to once in a while over the years before things became toxic. I saw some of the same faces from my past and more than a few people had stopped by to say hello. Most of whom zoomed in on the ring on my finger that could literally be seen from across the room.
I smiled into my tea surprised at how happy I was just by that question. “Yes it is, he said hi.” Part of the reason I was so relaxed was because she was genuinely happy for me. She, like everyone else had read the interview, and of course she’d met the man in person.
“You’re such a lucky girl.” She grinned while looking over my shoulder with what I can only describe as a carnivorous look and I looked back to see Kevin, who as dark as he was I could tell was blushing. She’s been teasing him all afternoon poor guy.
We’d enjoyed a leisurely lunch, dropping back into our old friendship like the time hadn’t passed, same as the last time she’d come to do my hair and makeup. Somehow the conversation at no point has made me uncomfortable.