Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 85342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 34
Chase
I pull into the garage at the same time Michael does. He gets out and stretches. “Someone looks tired,” I observe, getting out of my own car, we are dressed alike in the team track suit.
“Yeah,” he says softly. “Jillian was trying not to stress about Julia’s visit with the lawyer today, but that didn’t work.” He looks at me. “How was Julia?”
“Pretending like it doesn’t bother her,” I admit to him, my stomach in knots thinking about how she just sat on the couch last night and stared off into the distance. She thought I didn’t notice but my body was on high alert next to her. “I tried not to bring it up and instead I took her mind off it.”
“How?” He puts his hands on his hips.
I can’t help but laugh when the answer comes to me right away. “Sex.” The minute I say the word, his face grimaces. “You should have tried it.”
“I did.” Michael throws his hands up. “Obviously I’m not smooth like you, Casanova.” His tone is aggravated at this point.
“I can give you some pointers, if you like.” He glares at me while another car shows up and Cooper gets out, wearing blue shorts and a T-shirt with the team logo in the middle, his number in the corner.
He takes a second to look from me to Michael and then back to me again. “Why does Michael look like he’s about to bite your head off?” he asks and I chuckle.
“He can’t please his woman,” I joke, but all it does is make his eyes go into slits. “I was about to give him pointers.”
“I can please my woman just fine,” Michael retorts, taking out his phone. I look over at Cooper, who is trying not to laugh as Dylan gets here.
He gets out of his car dressed in workout gear as he stands here looking at the three of us. “What’s going on?” he asks, putting his baseball hat on backward. “Who is he calling?” He points over to Michael.
“No idea,” I answer, looking at Michael as he holds the phone in front of his face.
As soon as the phone connects, he’s yelling her name, “Jillian!” He looks at his phone. “I need you to tell my family that you’re satisfied sexually.”
“Oh my God,” Dylan says, shaking his head. “What is wrong with you? I didn’t even eat yet and I’m about to throw up.” He puts his hand on his stomach.
“Shut up, you,” Michael hisses at him. “Tarzan over here tells me I’m not satisfying you sexually.”
“It’s okay, Daddy,” Bianca now says and I put my hand into a fist in front of my mouth. “Mommy, tell Daddy he does satisfied good sexually.” She emphasizes the word sexually. I’m trying my hardest not to laugh out loud, trying not to make a sound.
“Why am I not taping this?” Cooper asks, laughing as he claps his hands, not even caring Jillian knows he’s with us in the room.
“Mommy,” Bailey says, “did Daddy satisfied you? Yes or no?” Her voice goes higher on the yes-or-no part. “It’s okay, Daddy, did you try your best?”
“I can’t wait for parent-teacher conferences,” Dylan blurts. “I thought it was bad last time when Cooper’s kid drew this guy’s penis.” He points at me. “But this”—he points at the phone—“this is so much better. I can just imagine the girls going to school and saying Daddy didn’t satisfy Mommy in the sex.” He mimics the way the girls talk, hitting it right on the nose.
I have no words. I can’t say anything. “Give me the phone,” Jillian says to the girls, and you can hear her teeth are clenched together. “Are you out of your mind?”
“Yes!” we all shout at him as he looks at the phone.
“Chase w-was,” he stutters. “I was just telling him everything is fine at home.”
“It was before,” she snarls, “it’s not now. Goodbye, Michael.”
“Love you,” he says and all you hear is the beeping that the call has dropped.
“I can’t believe this just happened,” Cooper says when Wilson shows up. He gets out of his car in a track suit and carrying a plastic cup in his hand as he shakes it.
“What is this, a meeting?” He chuckles as he snaps open the spout for his cup, bringing it to his mouth.
“I was just telling Michael I could help him with pointers to help satisfy his woman,” I explain, earning me another glare. “Since he can’t use sex to take her mind off things.”
“I heard.” Wilson smirks at me. “High five.” He holds up his hand for me to high-five him.
“No one is high-fiving anyone.” Michael shakes his head. “That’s like my sister.”
“Well, if it makes you feel better,” Wilson says. “I just satisfied their sister”—he points at Cooper and me—“very well, before I left the house.” His face fills with a smile and he brings the cup up to his mouth again.