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)
“Yeah, I know, very interesting,” I think out loud.
“Maybe it was Carol.”
“What the hell.” I laugh. “Why would it be Carol?”
“I saw Carol sneaking back into her house that night at about four a.m.”
I frown as I stare at her. “Sneaking back in from where?”
“I don’t fucking know.” She sighs. “Our street is getting out of control.”
I laugh in surprise. “I mean, if Carol is getting some action and I’m not, there is a serious problem around here.”
“You could have action if you wanted to have action.”
“As if. With who?”
“Open your eyes, you weirdo. Mr. Dr. Grayson is madly in love with you.”
“No, he’s not. He just told me that he wants to have a relationship with some fucking Kayla woman.”
“You’re an idiot if you let him go,” she huffs as we walk.
“What do you mean, let him go? I don’t have him in the first place to let him go.”
“Have you seen the way he looks at you? All he does whenever he’s around you is look after you, look out for you, run after you.”
I stare at her in confusion. “Do you think he likes me . . . as more than a friend?”
“I don’t think it, I know it.”
“Has he ever said anything to you?”
“He doesn’t have to; everybody just knows.”
I think on this for a moment as we walk. “Does anyone else think this or just you?”
“Everybody knows it. Blake Grayson has been madly in love with you since before your marriage even broke up. That’s why John hates him. John knows exactly how he feels.”
“I don’t know about that. We’re just friends.”
“Correction, Blake is your friend, but you’re Blake’s dream girl, and you’re being pretty fucking stupid if you ask me.”
“What do you mean?” I snap, offended.
“Because he’s gorgeous, and he’s rich, and he hangs on every word you say, and if you don’t open your eyes and see what’s right in front of you, some stupid bimbo is going to come in and sweep him off his feet and steal him right from underneath your nose.”
Her words hit a nerve, and I stop walking. “He’s never said anything to me.”
That’s a white lie; he did insinuate something that night he said he would ask for my number. But then he said he just wanted to have sex and to not get carried away.
“Have you ever asked him?” she says as we walk.
“No.” I shrug. “What if he doesn’t and I ask him? Then it will be super awkward between us, and I don’t want that to happen.”
“Okay, I’m going to do it.”
“Do what?”
“Ask him if he likes you.”
“What? Just come out with it like that?”
“Why not?”
“Just be more, I don’t know . . . subtle.” I think for a moment. “Somehow casually work it into the conversation. Something like, ‘If you ever had a chance with Rebecca, would you take it?’”
“I’ll go over tonight and ask him.”
“No, not tonight. That’s too obvious. Just next time you see him.”
Taryn smirks as her eyes hold mine. “Why, do you like him?”
“No,” I scoff.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m interested to see what he says, that’s all.” I shrug. “I told you, he said that he likes some Kayla girl. He’s bringing her on the double date this weekend.”
“I call bullshit.”
“What do you mean?”
“He doesn’t like her, no way.”
“You think?”
“Okay, tomorrow night I’m going to go to his house. I’m going to ask him, and then I’m going to come straight over to yours after and tell you what he said.”
“You don’t mind?” I wince.
“Are you kidding? Matchmaking two of my neighbors is like a dream come true.”
“What’s going on with you and Ronald, anyway?”
“I don’t know.” She sighs. “Not really in a relationship with Ronny. I’m in a relationship with his dick.”
“Is it good?”
“It’s the best, which is becoming a real problem.”
“Why is that?”
“Because Ronny the man is annoying. Ronny’s donkey dick, however, is on point. And unfortunately, I can’t have one without the other. It’s like a double-edged sword. Great sex or great guy: it’s one or the fucking other. When am I ever going to find a man who has it all?”
I smile. “I love you. You are so refreshingly honest.”
We walk in silence for a while.
“What are you going to do if he says that he does like you in that way?”
“That’s the million-dollar question.” My eyes search hers. “I actually have no idea, but I do want to know who gave him that hickey.”
Taryn rattles on about Ronny while I troll my mind for an answer . . . Maybe my security camera picked something up from that night?
Hmm, I’m going to watch it back.
Blake
I look at the ball, and then I look at the hole and line up the two. I gently tap it in. “So who is this guy Bec’s going out with, anyway?” Antony asks.