Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“There she is,” Franny says when I walk back into the suite with Stella, who flies out of my arms to go to her mother. Franny laughs as she grabs her and kisses her neck. “Did you see Daddy?” she asks, and it’s my turn to leave and walk over to the bar.
Grabbing a glass, I’m filling it with white wine when the door opens, and I look over to see Vivi is walking in with my aunts, Zara and Zoe. “Well, well, look what the cat dragged in,” my aunt Karrie teases, getting up and walking to them.
I take a sip of my wine as I walk over to them. “Look who it is,” I say, bending and kissing Zara and then Zoe. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you two here before.” They laugh at the same time as they look at each other. The OG twins, everyone calls them, both live in New York. Zara is in charge of Zara’s Closet, which is world renowned. Everyone wants my aunt to style them and dress them. If it’s on the red carpet, chances are she’s made it happen.
“I’m here to take everyone’s measurements for the gala,” Zara declares, “since no one can ever answer my emails.”
“I answer all emails,” Abigail defends when she waddles to us, “but I don’t know if I have anything that can stretch as big as I am.” She points down at her stomach. “So…”
“You look amazing,” my aunt Zoe coos, putting her hands on Abigail’s stomach. “Hello, baby.”
“Are you here with Matty?” I ask, looking around and she nods. “He’s in the other suite, I think.” She points at Nico’s suite. “With Uncle Viktor.”
“Oh, shit,” I say while Auntie Zara reaches for my wineglass and smiles. “It’s literally the gang is all here.”
“The gang is all here.” I look around. “Now, I’ll get another drink before the game starts.” I walk to the bar, grabbing myself another glass of wine before turning and making my way out toward the seats. My uncles Max and Matthew sit on their stools, the both of them with their elbows on the table in front of them.
The aunts have all the babies while I spot Erika, Franny, Vivi, Abigail, Jillian, Julia, and Alex all sitting down chatting with each other instead of watching the game. I sit down in front of Abigail. “You know what we should do.” I look over at Abigail.
“What should we do?” She leans back in her chair, putting her hands on her stomach.
“We should go on vacation,” I suggest, my eyes going big as I take another sip of my wine.
“On vacation,” she repeats while Franny just laughs. “You want to go on vacation with me?”
“Yes, I need to get away and you need to be my wing woman.” I look over at her. “It’s a twin thing.”
“I’m ninety weeks pregnant,” she huffs. “Why don’t you go on vacation with Chris and Matty?”
I roll my eyes at her. “How am I supposed to pick up men on vacation with two guys?” I ask.
“So you think you have a better chance picking up a guy with a woman who is pregnant?” she questions me, and I can’t help but laugh at that.
“You’d have better luck with Matty and Chris,” Vivi advises, taking a sip of her own wine. “Reverse harem is all the rage these days.”
“Hey, Uncle Matthew.” I turn my head and look over at him. “Viv just told me that reverse harem is all the rage. Did you know?” His eyebrows pinch together. “It’s when one girl has more than one lover.” I try my hardest not to laugh out loud.
“More than one lover but also more than three, or else it’s just a throuple,” Vivi clarifies. “So it has to be more than two, I think, but to be safe it should be more than three for sure.”
“His head is going to explode,” Franny mumbles as everyone is now listening to see what he is going to say.
“Oh, and they all know about each other,” I continue, “so she has three or even five men who she has sex with and they all know about it.”
“That isn’t a thing,” my uncle Max says with the most serious tone I’ve ever heard from him.
“It is, too,” my aunt Allison replies and his head whips to look at her.
“And there are also some who partake together.” She motions with her hands. “So one girl with sometimes two or three men.”
“Together?” Matthew asks shocked, shaking his head. “Like all of them with one woman?”
“Yes,” all the women say at the same time.
“It’s all the rage,” I explain.
“That isn’t a thing.” He shakes his head. “You guys are playing with me.” He laughs. “Good one.”
No one says anything because the door to the suite opens and I just sit here with the glass of wine halfway to my mouth as I spot him in the corner of my eye. I hear the chatter as I see Nico, the owner of the team, walking in, followed by Chris and Matty. But my eyes aren’t on them, not one little bit. They’re on the guy following them. The guy wearing black jeans and a black T-shirt, with his black leather jacket open, and a baseball cap on his head backward. “Oh my God.” I hear the chatter from beside me. “Is that who I think it is?”