Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I grumble into the tiled shower, my hand ready to jack my cock, remembering how Rosaleigh felt pressed up against me when I caught her sneaking into her own house, knowing that the blush that creeped along her chest onto her neck was because of me, nipples hard and pebbled, ready to be sucked on by me and me alone. I turn the water from hot to cold, refusing to cum in my hand again. The next time it happens, it’s going to be my cum painting Leigh’s pretty little body or fucking it into her cunt. That image does nothing to calm my aching dick down. Who the fuck am I fooling? There’s nothing that doesn’t make me hard when it comes to the woman across the street. I turn off the water and step out of the shower soaking wet, hoping now that I’m dripping wet from the cold water. Maybe the cool air in the house will make my cock calm the hell down. I grab the towel, drying myself off while I stand on the carpeted rug.
There was once a time I thought about walking away from everything, cutting my losses, and starting a life where I didn’t have to watch the woman I knew was meant to be mine give her love to a piss-poor fucker, only for him to turn into the worst kind of human he could ever become. I shake the thoughts out of my head. Tonight, I’m going to stake my claim. I’m going to make her mine.
“Yo,” I answer the phone when it starts vibrating on the counter in the bathroom, seeing it’s Ophelia who’s calling me.
“Ugh, you’re such a Neanderthal. Who answers the phone with Yo?”
“And who answer the phone with Ugh? This isn’t the days of Clueless. As if isn’t appropriate either, little sister.” It’s nothing for us to volley back insults to one another; that’s what siblings are for.
“Anyways, I was calling because I’ve got my ticket booked for Leigh-Leigh’s birthday. Then I got a call an hour ago from my Rory baby, then Emmy Lou back-to-back. What the fuck is going on? Both of the girls in one day? This has my big brother written all over it. What gives?” I can hear the city noise in the background. Whereas I wanted stay in Abalee, take over the auto shop, and set down roots, Ophelia had other plans, moving to the city in another state, kicking ass in her career of choice, working with high-profile clients when it comes to million-dollar looks as a fashion stylist.
“Girls are having a rough go of things. Rory misses you, and Emmy is pissed that Leigh doesn’t want them to do anything for her birthday. Though I think that’s because money is tight, and you know your best friend. She won’t take handouts even if I make it seem like a loan. The only thing I can do is make them dinner, buy her some wine, and watch her suffer in silence.” I run a hand through my hair, having wrapped the towel around me before answering the call. If anyone knows Leigh more than me, it’s Ophelia. The only problem being is she’s in Hollywood currently, working on some movie, which means my sister isn’t here to help out when needed, like today. When both girls dropped the proverbial plate on my lap.
“Cheese and rice, I could tell something was bugging them, but both said they were going to a friend’s house tonight. Which means Leigh-Leigh is going to be home alone.” Ophelia isn’t an idiot. My intentions once Douchebag David was out of the picture wasn’t hard to notice.
“Yep, I know. You think it’s finally hitting the girls about what their father did is still carrying over all these months later?” I ask her, ignoring the fact that both girls will be gone for the night. Emmy came out and said it; Rory alluded to doing something similar. Looks like luck is on my side. Leigh and I will get that talk I’ve been wanting to have.
“Probably. The girls have all kinds of hormonal changes going on. They’re watching their mother do it all. Not that Leigh-Leigh wasn’t before. That dumb fuck. She never could see that she was a single mom while married. He’d say he was working an extra shift. If that were the case, he wouldn’t have had to get in bed with a cartel, and where did all the money go from all of this shit anyways? Because, as far as I can tell, Leigh-Leigh isn’t rolling in the green.” Ophelia is fired up, more pissed than Rosaleigh was when everything came out. I’m pretty sure she took a red-eye home after I made the call, kicking and screaming, ready to kick Douchebag David’s ass. Ophelia would have to get in line because I’m gonna kick it first if he ever shows himself again.