Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Thank you for giving me a mermaid braid.” She looks up at Grace, who just smiles down at her and hugs her back.
“Thank you for the best day ever,” she says before Meadow drops her arms from around her and walks into the living room. I walk up the steps to grab her bag, ignoring the dread I’m also fearing.
“Meadow, I’m going to walk Grace out to her car.”
“Okay, Dad!” she shouts back.
I walk down the steps with Grace beside me, heading to her car. I put the bag in the back seat and then stand with her at the driver’s door. She steps to me and wraps her arms around my waist, looking up at me. “Thank you for the most amazing weekend.” She smiles at me as I pull her even closer.
“I’m going to go on the record. This has been one of the best weekends I’ve ever had.”
She rolls her lips. “Imagine after we do anal.” She winks at me while I throw my head back and laugh.
She gets up on her tippy-toes and kisses my neck, and all I can do is look at her. We stare into each other’s eyes for a second, neither of us saying anything before I bend my head and close the distance to devour her mouth. We stand in the middle of the driveway, lost in each other. “You should get back inside,” she suggests when she lets go of me. “If she falls asleep now, you’ll regret it.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say softly, kissing her one more time before opening the door for her.
“I’ll be there,” she replies, smiling as I close the door and watch her drive away. Something about her driving away bugs me, but I don’t know what it is, or if I do, I don’t want to think about it. I wait until I can’t see her car anymore before I jog back into the house, just in time to stop Meadow from falling asleep.
She barely can keep her eyes open, and when it hits seven, she’s already sleeping in her bed, the mermaid braid untouched. I pull out my phone to FaceTime Grace, who answers after two rings, and I see her sitting up in bed. “Are you in bed?” I chuckle as I walk into my own bedroom.
“I am,” she confirms, “all that fresh air and extra activity has me done for.”
“Really?” I slide onto my bed. “You don’t say.”
“I do,” she says, “even took a bath.”
“Are you okay?” I ask, wondering if it hurt or anything.
“Yeah, I think I read online that we should keep having sex daily and it’ll feel better.” She smirks at me. “I read it on I’m addicted to Caine’s dick dot com.”
I howl in laughter. “Well, maybe tomorrow we can sneak off and have a business meeting?”
She shakes her head. “We shall see.” We spend two hours talking on the phone, and after the fourth yawn, I let her go, putting the phone on the bedside table, then turning in the bed. Feeling empty without her.
The next day, she waits for me in her car, and kissing her isn’t enough anymore. Not being able to hold her hand is starting to really get to me. It’s so bad that on Friday morning I’m barking at everyone and everything. It’s only after lunch when she comes into my office, and I look up. “So, I was thinking,” she says to me as she walks to my desk and then looks over her shoulder to make sure that no one else is in the room, “that I skip tonight’s class and come over and maybe—”
“Yes,” I snap, “come at five thirty.”
“People usually say please,” she huffs and puts her hands on her hips. The tight white pants she’s wearing haven’t helped my mood all day long, and that fucking clown Kevin or Ryan or whatever his name is keeps fucking sniffing around. I thought of putting rat traps around her desk.
“I’m skating on very thin ice, Grace,” I growl between clenched teeth.
“Then I expect you to take it out on me all night long.” She winks at me before she saunters out of the room.
She leaves work, sticking her head in and wishing me a nice weekend before leaving. I rush out, grabbing Meadow, and then shower quickly once I get home. The doorbell rings just a bit before five thirty, and I’m not the only one rushing to the door. When Meadow found out she was coming over, she was so excited, obviously for other reasons.
I can’t help the smile on my face when I see her shocked to see both of us. “Well, if it isn’t my two favorite people,” she greets us.
“You look like a fairy again,” Meadow states, looking at her. She changed her white pants, and in their place, she is wearing a long white skirt that has red flowers all over it, and a white top that shows off a bit of her stomach, ruffling at the hem.