Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Beckham’s wearing sunglasses, but I know his eyes are narrowed on her.
“Because I pay for it.”
“Why do you sound like that, ‘because I pay for it,’” she mimics him. Her eyes find mine, and she smirks. “Want to join us for breakfast?”
Both sets of eyes are now focused on me.
“No, I have to get ready for today.”
“Are you sure?” Shandy asks with an expression I don’t recognize on her face.
“I am. Are you coming to the beach with us to do activities?” I ask them both.
Shandy places her hand on the back of Beckham’s chair and looks down at him. “What do you think, lover boy? Should we?”
“You should, for sure,” he bites out. “Leave me the fuck alone.”
Shandy looks up at me, her hand touches Beckham’s shoulder, and she digs her nails in slightly. “Loverboy here and I may do our own thing today. So you go and have some fun.”
Beckham doesn’t even move her hand.
Rylee did tell me they’re friends.
Weird ones, maybe?
I return to my villa to dress and then run down to the beach. Everyone is already there when I arrive and have their kayaks. I take one and spend the day doing water sports. Hannah is my partner for most of the day, and when we start to get hungry, we leave them all to eat.
“So, any kids?” she asks as the waiter brings us a drink. It’s my first one for the day, and hopefully, the first of not too many.
“Yes, one boy. You?”
She smiles. “No, seems that wasn’t in the cards for us. Though we did try. We are actually in the middle of trying to adopt.” Hannah tells me all about her and James and how they have been together for almost twenty years. I smile as I listen to her and wonder if one day I will ever get to be that lucky.
My luck with men hasn’t been that good.
Apart from August—but August was different—who I guess was never really mine, to begin with. He was more my savior. Even when we were everyone’s worst nightmare.
Just as we finish our food, Shandy walks out in a dress that looks incredible on her. It’s a slip, and beneath that she’s wearing her swimmers.
“Girls’ day?” she asks as she reaches us. “I need to get so drunk that one of you two need to carry me to my villa after.” She pins us both with a stare. “You get me?”
“I see you escaped the clutches of Beckham,” I joke.
“Oh no, he kicked me out of his villa by pulling his cock out.” She shivers. “Asshole. He knows I prefer something sweeter,” she says with a sinister smile.
“Oh, God. You really saw that? And you didn’t … I mean, want to just ride it?” Hannah says, and we both look at her. “What? You cannot deny that man is as good-looking as they come. We all have eyes,” she says, smirking. “I may be ten years his senior, but damn—”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but no. Dick scares me. It’s why I prefer pussy.” Hannah almost coughs out her drink.
“What are you all discussing?” A dark voice comes from behind us.
“Your cock,” Shandy says, smirking. “How ugly it is, for one.”
I know for a fact it’s not, but I don’t chime in, even when his eyes fall to me.
“I’ve heard different,” he says, looking away from me and back to Shandy. “Now, did you come here to work or talk about my cock?” Beckham asks.
“I for sure don’t want to talk about that, so stop getting it out in front of me.”
“It’s the only sure-fire move I have to get you to leave. I’ll never stop pulling it out with you around if I know it can make you run. Though I must say, you are the first woman I know to run from it …” he pauses, as if he’s thinking on it, then looks to me, “or second.”
Hannah coughs again. “This is all too much for me. Are we drinking or planning to talk about cock all day? Because if we do, I may need to go and rub up on my husband before we continue …” This time, it’s me who almost chokes. Hannah shrugs. “A woman has needs.”
“That you do,” Shandy says, tapping her shoulder. She turns to Beckham. “The afternoon is a boys’ day, so go and play with the boys,” Shandy says to Beckham.
“Who invited you anyway?” he asks, then looks at me. “We need to go over a few things later. Meet me on the balcony in a few hours.” I nod as he walks away, and we all stare as he goes.
“How can you not be attracted to that?” Hannah asks Shandy, who just smiles and shrugs, sitting down next to us and ordering herself a cocktail.
“I’m immune to all that, even if I do appreciate it. I know beneath that hard exterior is a good man.” She shrugs. “It’s why I annoy him any chance I can get.”