Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“What’s on the flash drive?” Henley repeats.
“Who cares? I’ve got a bigger problem than a stupid fucking flash drive.” I drag my hand down my face in disgust. “Who the hell did I hook up with last night?”
“What?”
“I have a giant-ass hickey on my neck.”
“From who?”
“That’s what I would like to fucking know,” I snap.
“Well, nobody else was there, and you didn’t leave to go anywhere . . . so that can only mean one thing.”
“Which is?”
“You hooked up with someone from Kingston Lane.”
My eyes widen in horror.
“Surely not.”
The sun beams red through my closed eyelids.
“Pass me another bottle of water, will you?” Ant says from the deck chair beside me.
“Another?”
“Yes. Another,” he grunts.
I reach into the cooler, rattle around in the ice, dig out a bottle of water, and pass it over.
We’re dying a slow and painful death by the pool, in the depths of hangover hell.
My phone beeps a text.
Can someone set my house on fire?
I read it and chuckle.
“What?” Ant looks over at me as he squints into the sun.
“Hen wants us to set his house on fire so that he doesn’t need a couch.”
Ant smirks as he sips his water. Juliet’s on a mission to buy a new couch, and much to Henley’s disdain, she’s dragged him around the shops for hours.
Ant closes his eyes and puts his hands up beneath his head. “Any memory of who you railed yet?”
“No, but . . .” I sip my water. “I’ve come to the conclusion that it couldn’t have been anyone exciting if I’ve forgotten it.”
“Fair point.” His eyebrows rise. “And what were they doing with a flash drive?”
I glance over at him. “You think the flash drive was from the person who gave me the hickey?”
“Obviously.” He shrugs. “Why else would you have it?”
“True.” I think this over for a moment. “So theoretically, all I have to do is look on the flash drive and it should tell me.”
“Uh-huh.” Ant’s eyes are closed as he worships the sun. “The question is, though, do you really want to know?”
I let out a deep sigh. “Probably not.”
“It has to be Taryn.”
I scrunch my eyes shut and pinch the bridge of my nose. “It better not be.”
“I hope it’s Carol.” He smiles into the sun. “That would make my life complete if you gave the sausage to Carol.”
I roll my eyes.
“Maybe you screwed Winston.”
“Fuck off.” I throw my bottle of water at him, disgusted by the thought. “When we get back to my house, we’re looking on that stupid flash drive.”
“Fifty bucks it’s Taryn.” He glances over to me. “Who you betting?”
I wince as I go over the choices. “If it’s Taryn, I’m moving houses.”
“Yeah, because it’s not going to be awkward seeing her every day.”
“Just shut the fuck up.”
A message bounces in from Henley.
S. O. S.
The thought of him being dragged around the shops brings a smile to my face. “This is why we are never getting married. Can’t even have a hangover in peace.”
“Amen to that.”
Four hours later
“Okay.” I plug the flash drive into my desktop computer. “Let’s go.”
Henley and Antony are lying on my couch.
Rocket Cock
I sit back in my chair, shocked. “Rocket Cock—what the hell is Rocket Cock?”
“What?” Henley calls from the other room.
“Something on here about a Rocket Cock?” I call.
They both dive off the couch and come to look over my shoulder at the computer screen.
When Brodie McAlister investigates a noise in her garage, the last thing she expects to find is a seven-foot-tall green alien.
Huge and muscular, he towers over her.
“Huh?” I screw up my face. “The hell is this?”
Two huge green cocks hang between his legs.
My eyes widen as the boys burst out laughing. “What the fuck is this shit?” I cry.
His balls are the size of baseballs, and as he stares at me with hunger, his weeping cocks begin to grow.
“Who the hell wrote this?” I cry in outrage.
“Looks like you slept with an alien last night, bro.” Antony slaps me on the back.
“How were his two cocks?” Henley replies. “So convenient, one for your asshole and one for your mouth.”
The boys chuckle.
“You’re hilarious,” I huff. “I have no idea about any of this crap.”
“Sure you don’t. Why was it in your back door . . . I mean, pocket?” Henley corrects himself.
“Bit sore today, bud?” Antony replies. “I did notice you were walking odd.”
Henley laughs and steps backward, tripping and stumbling, making Antony laugh harder.
“Very funny,” I mutter as I scroll down in search of a clue. “Who wrote this shit?”
Knock, knock.
“Someone’s at the door,” I snap, annoyed. Now is not the time. “Go. Away.”
“Might be him.”
“Shut. Up.”
Knock, knock.
“Fuck it.” I run into the bathroom, grab a towel, and wrap it around my neck.
Nobody can see this.
Rebecca
I stand and wait at Blake’s front door. I know he’s home; I saw him come over from Antony’s earlier. I knock again.