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)
I slam the fridge shut. “Why are you at my house doing this?”
“Because Juliet’s cousins are all at my place, and they’ve taken over everything, and I’m about to jump out the window to put myself out of my misery,” he says in a creepily calm voice as he fakes a smile. “That’s why.”
“And my brother is fighting with his wife in my kitchen while his children sleep on my living room floor,” Antony adds.
Huh?
I hold both my hands up in question but am too tired to even open my mouth to ask it. “Whatever.” I slide my shoes off and walk into the living room and lie on the couch. I kick off the cushions and raise my legs to rest on the back of the couch. “Someone at least order takeout or something. I’m fucking starving.” I put the back of my forearm over my eyes. “I really need to go to bed. Actually . . .” I get up and get a packet of frozen peas, lie back down, and put them over my crotch. My cock is throbbing like a motherfucker.
“Better?” Antony asks.
“Better.”
“What do you want to eat?”
“I don’t care.” I sigh.
“Lasagna?” They have a chuckle between themselves.
“Very funny,” I snap. “Antony, we are swapping partners at the wedding.”
“No, you’re not,” Henley snaps.
“I am not talking to Rebecca, let alone dancing with her.”
“Yes. You. Are.”
“And don’t you dare go on with your jealous ape act and beat up anyone who looks at her at the wedding,” Antony warns.
“I am not jealous of Rebecca.” I screw up my face. “As if.”
“Yeah right,” Antony scoffs.
“I escorted John from the property because he deserved it.” I point to the front door. “Now . . . get out of my house before I escort you both out in the same manner.”
I load the car with our bags, and Antony climbs in. “We have to pick up Chloe after we get Rebecca.”
I pull up out front and beep my horn, and the front door opens. “I’m coming.” Bec holds up her finger. “Two minutes.”
I stop the car and get out as I wait. Eventually I walk through the open front door and into Rebecca’s house. The best way to get through this weekend is to just pretend everything is normal. “Can I take this suitcase out to the car?” I call.
Rebecca comes around the corner. “Yes, please.”
“You know we’re only going for two nights, right?” I look over her giant suitcase.
“Yes.” She turns the television off and switches her alarm on.
“I hope this huge suitcase fits in my car.”
“Oh. I hadn’t thought of that. Should I drive my car?”
“No, it’ll be fine. I’ll give my bag to Henley to take in his car.” I wheel her suitcase down the driveway and then open the trunk. I pull out my bag and begin to rearrange.
“Hi, Bec.” Antony gets out of the car.
“Hello.” She smiles and gives him a peck on the cheek. “I’m so excited.”
“Me too.”
“Hi, guys,” a voice says from across the street. We glance up to see Taryn; she’s in short denim shorts and a hot-pink bikini top, and she’s wearing roller skates. Her huge boobs are hanging out everywhere.
“Whoa. What’s happening with the girls today, Taz?” I say before I put my mouth-to-brain filter on.
“Oh.” She laughs and shimmies her shoulders, and they wobble around. “They’re hard to hide, so I don’t even bother trying anymore.”
Antony and I exchange glances.
“Yeah, well.” I dig out Antony’s bag from the trunk. “Don’t give yourself two black eyes.”
“Ha ha, I’ll try.” She twirls her hair around her finger. “You guys leaving for the wedding?”
“Yep,” I reply as I continue to rearrange the trunk.
“I’ll see you there tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
“I have some great footage from the other night, boys.”
“What night?” I ask. I pull one bag out and put it down onto the road.
“Carol’s party night.”
What?
My eyes meet Antony’s again, and a frown furrows his brow.
“Okay then, see you tomorrow, Taryn,” I say. “We have to get going.”
Go away. Go away right now.
Taryn shimmies her boobs again. Seriously . . . those things need their own zip code.
I glance into the back seat at Rebecca to see the subtle roll of her eyes.
Fuck it.
“Help me take the bags over to Hen’s.” I widen my eyes at Antony as I throw my bag into his arms. I grab his bag and power walk over to Henley’s as Antony runs to keep up.
“What footage does she have of us?” I whisper under my breath.
“Who knows.”
“Did we fucking tag team her or something?”
“No,” he scoffs.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” He shrugs and then shakes his head. “Pretty sure.”
“Pretty sure?” My eyes widen in horror. “Pretty sure is not good enough.”
“Well . . . what were you doing at the time, dickhead? Why is it only up to me to remember your misdemeanors? Because trust me, there’s a lot of them. I can’t keep up.”