Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“Welcome to Atta Boy. Oh, hey Oliver, what can I get you, buddy?” Oliver Moore is here, alone.
“Hey, I’ll have a Kunt Kicker IPA, but I’m with someone and I’m not sure what she wants,” he says, looking at the menu.
He’s here with someone? Like a date? Like a business meeting? Like a family thing?
It can’t be Millie, right?
My stomach knots up as anticipation grabs tightly around me, clawing at my throat. I want to ask him but before I can even convince myself to do it, I know. I feel her presence before she even reaches the table.
Millie. My little bunny, hopping around with Oliver Moore.
“Here she is,” he says, standing up to pull out Millie’s chair.
He’s a gentleman, so what? I’ve heard stories of his not so gentlemanly behavior. Trust me.
“Thank you,” she whispers, keeping her eyes cast down on the table. “Hey, Tripp.”
Oliver snaps his fingers and laughs. “Tripp, that’s it. I was struggling to recall your name. I’m sorry, man,” he says, sitting back down with a cocky grin.
“It’s cool. Brock is the Atwood dating your sister, not me,” I say with my very own cocky grin aimed right at him. “Anyway, what can I get you two to drink? We’ve got some special drinks tonight that you might be interested in.” What I’m about to do is a dickhead move, I know that, but I’m seeing red. Not to mention I’m pissed she actually thought I meant it when I told her to go on a date with him. Maybe in hindsight, I should’ve kept my mouth shut, much like I will probably be thinking later. “How does a Screaming Orgasm sound? Or maybe a Creamy Pussy? The always popular Sex on the Beach or Dirty Martini? Or one of my favorites, the Leg Spreader?”
“Damn, well I already ordered my beer, but maybe…,” Oliver’s words fall away as he casts a glance at Millie.
Millie on the other hand, her face is beet red and she has lifted her eyes to mine. If looks could kill, I’d be dead.
“We’ll both just have a beer,” Millie says, grabbing her menu, and opening it to block my view of her pretty face.
“No problem. I’ll be as quick as a bunny and hop on over to get it,” I say, stepping away from the table.
I know I’m being childish, but I can’t help it.
As I walk toward the bar, anger tightens around my chest, making it difficult to breathe. How the hell could she not realize that what we have is something good? It’s not just about the damn orgasms. How the hell can she not see that?
“Patrick, do me a favor. Grab two beers and drop them off at table ten for me, please,” I ask one of the servers.
“No problem,” he says.
I let out a sigh as I scrub my face.
“Is that Oliver Moore with Millie?” Brock asks.
I didn’t even notice him standing by the bar and now I regret coming over this way.
“Yep,” I say, keeping my back to Millie and Oliver. I don’t need any more visuals.
“Are they on a date or something?” he continues.
I shrug, grabbing a bottle of water from behind the bar. The rush has finally slowed down and I’m not sure if I’m pissed or grateful for the small breather.
“Yeah, it’s a date,” I say before chugging down my water.
“Christ, I don’t want Oliver and Millie together. That’s too fucking weird. I’d be having family dinners with my new girlfriend and my ex-girlfriend. How serious do you think it is? Is it like the first date or what?” Brock rambles on.
And my heart squeezes inside my chest. Of course, Brock wouldn’t want Millie dating somebody he’s close to. He doesn’t want to see her every day for the rest of his life. Another reason why Millie and I could never work.
I cut my eyes away from Millie and settle them on my brother. “Brock, I don’t fucking know.”
It’s all too much for me to handle right now. The girl I’m pretty certain I’m falling in love with is on a date with her ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend’s brother. Now say that three times fast. Now if that damn tongue twister wasn’t enough, I have literally just heard my brother say that he doesn’t want to have family dinners with Willow and Millie, new girlfriend and ex-girlfriend, because it would be too weird. So, not only is my fucking heart-shattering in my chest at the thought of losing Millie before I even have her, but now I know my brother wouldn’t be cool with it if I did date Millie.
Why the fuck is this happening?
“It won’t work out with them. I don’t know what I’m worried about,” Brock says, breaking my thoughts.
“What? How do you know that?” I ask, trying my best not to sound too eager for the answer.