Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 41635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
We finally break apart and get dressed. She leans back in my chair as I sip my whisky, enjoying the sharp burn.
I pull her to her feet and kiss her. I can taste whisky, pussy, cum. I don’t mind.
I just want her right now. My cock’s already starting to get hard again.
Looking forward to the next time she calls me Daddy.
7
Ruby
When I check on Grandmom a few days later, she’s sitting up in bed and trying to work the television.
“I swear they make it complicated on purpose,” she complains. “I bet they’d charge me for this if they could.”
I smile at her. “I’m sure,” I say, neglecting to mention that they are actually charging her, or at least that I’ve been paying for it.
“They want us old people to do little brain games and all that, puzzles and the like. That’s why these TVs are so difficult.”
“Better than Sudoku,” I say. “At least when you figure this out, you can watch Seinfeld.”
Grandmom nods knowingly. “I do love Kramer,” she says. “He’s so funny. Whatever happened to him?”
“I think he got caught yelling racist things and people don’t like him anymore.”
She makes a dismissive gesture. “Please, I grew up with plenty of racist people saying racist things.”
“Can’t do that anymore, Grandmom. It’s not right.”
She gives me a look. “I know it’s not right. I’m just saying, plenty of people in this world are assholes. What’s one funnier asshole?”
I grin at her, shaking my head. Her generation will never fully get it, but that’s okay. She means well at least.
I sit back in my chair and help her flip through the channels. We land on an old Western movie. Grandmom seems to have seen it before although she can’t remember when or where. We chat idly about my job, about how the hospital’s going for her, about how she’s feeling.
“I’m feeling like I should get out of here soon,” she says to me.
I laugh a little. “I’m not sure it’s up to you.”
“Oh, I know. It’s up to that doctor.” She gestures at the door.
“Dr. Hill is talented,” I say.
“Now you’re defending him?”
“I thought you liked him?”
She shrugs. “I do like him. Still an ass though.”
“You’re clearly feeling better.”
She nods. “Strong as an ox.”
“You’ve never seen an ox before. How do you know how strong they are?”
“That’s just the saying, sweetie. I’m as strong as a train, how about that?”
“That works.”
“Dr. Hill needs to let me out of here soon.” She fiddles with the remote, turning it over in her hands. “I’m bored out of my mind.”
“I’m sorry, Grandmom,” I say. “I can talk to him about it, if you want?”
Her face lights up. “That would help. I think he likes you.”
“Really?” I ask. “Why?”
“He was asking about you,” she says.
My heart starts beating faster. I want to play it cool and pretend like I don’t care, but whatever, it’s my grandmom. “What did he say?”
She smiles knowingly. “Don’t sound so eager, dear.”
“You’re my grandmom. I don’t need to play it cool with you.”
“Well, he just asked about you. Wondered when you were coming to visit again.”
“Oh,” I say. “What did you tell him?”
“I told him that I didn’t know, and that he can get your number if he likes you so much.”
My eyes go wide. “Grandmom! You didn’t.”
“I sure did. He’s a nice man, honey, but he’s so much older than you.”
“You just said he’s an asshole.”
She shrugs. “Nice man, rich man, what’s the difference?”
I groan. “I’m not looking for a husband to take care of me financially, Grandmom.”
“That’s the dream, isn’t it?”
“Not my dream.”
She makes a face. “You millennials. You ruined everything and now you’re ruining marriage.”
“I don’t think the ideal marriage is one based on a guy’s money, Grandmom.”
“Maybe not. But it can be.” She sighs.
“What else did he say?”
“Not much. Just asks when you’re visiting again. Why don’t you go track him down and say hello?”
I bite my lip. “Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. I’ve got the TV working now, I’m fine.”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh, go on. I can tell you’re itching to find him.”
I grin at her and stand. “Okay, fine. But only so I can tell him to discharge you.”
She waves me away. “Sure, sure, whatever you say, dear.” She starts jabbing at the remote again, and I decide to leave before I get sucked back into helping her.
I step out into the hall and let the door shut quietly behind me. There’s not a lot of action on this floor as I walk toward the elevators.
I realize I have no clue how to find Aiden. It’s a big hospital and although he doesn’t have a ton of patients, they could be spread all over the place.
I spot Jackie sitting behind one of the nurses’ stations and make a beeline for her. She looks up, a little smile on her face. “Hey there,” she says. “Haven’t seen you around for a few days.”