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 don’t know, some loser. His name is Gregory.”
“I always think the name Gregory sounds like a cat.”
I give him the side-eye. “I never met a cat called Gregory.” I hit the next ball into the hole.
“I think if I ever had a cat, I would call it Gregory.”
I roll my eyes. “And you think about this how often?”
We continue taking turns putting.
“I’ve been doing some research, and I think I’ve narrowed it down to who Nooky Nights is.”
“Go on.” I pull the ball back with my putter and hit it again.
“One hundred percent Taryn.”
“What makes you say that?” I ask as I sip my beer.
“Well, who else is tapped enough to be talking about aliens with two cocks and double penetration?”
“This is true.” I think on this for a minute. “Although I imagine all women fantasize about getting fucked with two green cocks in both holes. I mean, what’s more forbidden than alien cock?”
“True. I mean, I would if I was them.”
“Same.”
“I’m going to ask her,” he says.
“Here’s your chance. She’s coming over now.”
“Taryn.” I smile. “Coming over to get your butt kicked in golf?”
“Ha, highly unlikely.” She picks up a putter that’s leaning against the chair.
“What’s been happening?” I ask her.
“Not much. I’ve been working and hanging out with Ronny.”
“How’s it going? You seem to be spending a lot of time together lately.”
“It’s good.” She shrugs. “Better than dating my vibrator, put it that way.”
I smirk as I hit my next ball into the hole.
“So, are you going on your double date this weekend with Rebecca?”
“Uh-huh.” I keep putting.
Antony takes the stick off me and has his shot.
“Who’s Rebecca taking on her date this week?” Taryn asks.
“I don’t know, some loser.”
“What about you . . . Who are you taking?”
“Girl I used to work with. Her name is Kayla.”
“Right.” She widens her eyes at me. “I think you’re crazy.”
Antony hits his next shot.
“Why is that?” I ask.
“Well, I always thought if you had a shot with Rebecca, you would take it.”
“Didn’t we all,” Antony replies.
“Firstly, I don’t have a shot with Rebecca. And secondly, she has made it abundantly clear that we’re just friends.”
“But if she wanted more, what would you say?”
“I would say that we’re just friends.”
“Figuratively speaking, let’s just play pretend for a minute. If Rebecca wanted more from you . . . would you be willing?”
“Any man on earth would be willing.” I take another shot.
Taryn smirks like the cat that got the cream.
“What’s that look?” I ask.
“Nothing.” She watches us for another few minutes. “You want to know what I think?”
I roll my eyes. “Not really.”
“I think you like Rebecca.”
“I think that you’re off your tree and perhaps still high after too much dick.” I take the golf putter off Antony. “That reminds me, I’ve got your pajama bottoms at my house.”
“Why would you have my pajama bottoms?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “I found them under my bed the night after Carol’s party.”
“Are you high? I didn’t sleep in your bed after Carol’s party.” Taryn frowns. “Show me these pajama pants.”
“All right.” I walk into my house with her and Ant hot on my heels, and I open the second drawer in my kitchen and pull out the pajama pants.
Taryn holds them in her hand and looks them over. “These aren’t mine, and besides . . .” She frowns as she tries to articulate her thoughts. “Why would my pajama pants be under your bed?”
“Well, I was going to ask the same question. Did we hook up that night?”
“No.” She frowns. “What on earth would make you think that we hooked up that night?”
“Well, I woke up with a huge hickey on my neck, and I remember dancing with you, and then I found these pajama pants under my bed.”
“Fuck no, Blake. Rebecca asked me the same thing,” Taryn scoffs. “Ronny came over and stayed at my house that night, and as far as those pajama pants go, I’ve never seen them before in my life.”
“Maybe someone else came over that night?” Antony chimes in. “Maybe it was Carol.”
“Carol did hook up that night.”
“What?” Antony and I both snap at the same time.
“I saw her sneaking into her house at four a.m.”
“Where had she been?” Antony gasps. His eyes come to me, and he begins to chuckle.
“It wasn’t fucking Carol,” I snap, disgusted. “Look . . . all I know is never give me that punch again. I’ve never, ever blacked out in my life. I have no idea what happened or how I woke up with a giant hickey and pajama pants under my bed.”
“I have no idea either.” She shrugs. “Anyway, I’ve got to go.”
“Where are you going?” I ask as we all head back out to the putting green.
“I’m having dinner at Rebecca’s.”
“Oh.” My eyes rise over to Rebecca’s house. “I didn’t get an invite.”