Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“She knows. Anne doesn’t do anything without Marly knowing, and that’s a fact. I just hope….” He started to look a little hot around the collar.
“You hope what?”
“Well, you see, the last time I spoke to Marly, I got a little pissed and might’ve said some things that went too far.”
“What does that have to do with your daughter hopping on my husband’s dick?”
“I might’ve told her to her face that I wish I’d have married you back then instead.” I didn’t know what to say because I had never dated Preston Thorpe a day in my life.
“Preston, you idiot. Why would you say that to your wife?”
“She wasn’t my wife at the time, and besides, she pissed me off. I’m sorry. This might be my fault.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure the two brain cells your daughter has in her head could’ve told her that what she was doing was wrong. So unless you walked her onto my husband’s joystick, you have nothing to be sorry for.”
That whole damn family is a bunch of menaces. Let me find out that hag sent her daughter to destroy my life because her ex-husband can’t get over a childhood crush.
He didn’t stay much longer after that, and I didn’t want him to. Unlike my husband, until the ink is dry on my divorce papers, I won’t even let myself entertain the thought of looking at another man. I don’t want lightning to strike me down dead. But as soon as….
“You’re gonna fuck him, aren’t you?”
“You doggone right I am. But that’s a conversation for another time. First, I gotta get rid of that dead weight in my house.”
CHAPTER 6
“Where the hell have you been?” My used douche nozzle of an almost-ex met us at the door, where Sheila was doing her best to keep me from falling flat on my ass. I’d switched from wine to hard liquor a little after Preston left, and the drinks were going down so good I couldn’t make myself stop.
Sheila, this heifer, just sat there and let me and then spent the last half hour berating me for drinking too much. She’s just mad that she couldn’t drink as much because somebody had to get us back home. I ignored his stupid ass and kept trying to remember which foot I’d used last.
“Do you know how this would look if it got back to my mother?”
“Sheila, tell that…. thing, that the last time its host was here… What was it that I told her again? Was it eat a dick or suck a dick? Whatever, tell it for me that its incubator could eat a whole bag of dicks for all I care.”
“Why is she in this state? What kind of friend are you anyway, Sheila, to let her get like that?” I smacked my ear and took her attention off of him. I’m in no state to go down to the local jail to bail her out, and I know she’s just looking for an excuse to take him out.
“You hear that buzzing noise, Sheila? It’s not even summer yet, and the bugs are out in full force.”
“You’re slobbering drunk.” I would’ve given him the finger, but since he no longer existed for me, that would only make me look like I had lost my damn mind giving the finger to a dead man that wasn’t even there.
It followed us up the stairs whining like a bitch on the rag all the way, and shit really hit the fan when it became obvious that Sheila was spending the night. He stood like a dolt with his mouth open when we both came back from the bathroom getting cleaned up, both dressed in the nightshirts I’d grabbed on the way from the closet.
Sheila and I had a bit of a tussle while we both ignored him because neither one of us wanted to lie on his side of the bed, but I ended up winning that one. “You’re going too far, Jolene.” He roared at the end of the bed, but I just fluffed my pillow and pulled the covers up around my shoulder as I looked at a wide-awake Sheila.
“Pressy looked good, didn’t he?”
“He sure did. And he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You two make a cute couple.”
“Don’t we just?”
“I’m standing right here.” The lord of the flies was having himself a fit at the end of my bed in the middle of the night.
“I think I should start working out more; I gotta get my body limber. Remember, I used to get my feet over my head? I haven’t done that in a long time.” I was talking to Sheila, but I was sure he understood exactly what I was hinting at. Those yoga exercises used to come in real handy in the bedroom back in the day.