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)
Rebecca
Blake and Kayla walk hand in hand over to us. “Hi.” Kayla smiles.
“Hello,” Blake says as he looks between us.
“Hi,” Gregory replies with his hands on his hips.
“Nice shoes,” Blake says.
“Thanks.”
“They go with your pants.” Blake smirks. “Stylin’, brother.”
I glance down to see that Gregory has his brown pants tucked into long white socks.
Ugh . . . he looks ridiculous.
Gregory looks down all innocently. “That’s what you do at bowling.”
Blake’s eyes dance with mischief. “Okay.”
I widen my eyes at Blake. Don’t you dare be in this mood tonight.
Be nice, fucker.
“Blakey, can you put my shoes on me?” Kayla says in a baby voice as she sits down.
“Sure I can.” He kneels in front of her and takes her shoe off and kisses her foot.
My blood boils.
He pulls one sock on and then the other as she puts her hands in his hair. “I love it when you’re on your knees for me,” she whispers loudly.
“Me too.” He nips her knee with his teeth.
Ugh . . .
“You two should probably get a room.” I pick up a bowling ball and imagine hurling it at their heads.
“Wait for us,” Blake says. He puts Kayla’s shoes on and then takes a seat, and Kayla gets down and takes his shoes off.
“Oh please,” I scoff. “Don’t touch his feet; he has terrible tinea.”
“We share our germs, don’t we, baby?” Kayla giggles.
Her head has somehow turned into a red bull’s-eye target, and I glare at her as I imagine knocking her clean out.
“While you’re down there . . . ,” Blake jokes.
“I wish,” Kayla purrs.
“You two are making me jealous.” Gregory smiles. He puts his arm around me. “Lay one on me.” He kisses me.
Lay one on me?
What does he think, that he’s Kenny Rogers and this is a country song?
He goes in for a tongue kiss, and I pull out of his grip . . . awkward. Public tongue kissing is not my thing.
Especially with Kenny Rogers.
Enough.
“Let’s get bowling,” I snap. I pick up the bowling ball, run, and hurl it down the alley. It knocks over every pin.
Ha, anger makes me bowl better.
“Nice shot.” Gregory smiles. He comes in for a kiss.
What?
He grabs my head and holds me in. His tongue takes no prisoners.
Ahhhh.
I pull out of it to see Blake stand. He glares at Gregory and picks up a bowling ball.
“I’m going to wipe you off the planet, Gregory.” He fakes a smile.
Huh?
Kayla giggles, thinking this is the best fun in forever.
Blake runs and hurls the bowling ball. It bounces nearly three feet high and runs into the gutter before it even gets to the end.
“Unlucky,” Gregory calls. “Watch this, baby,” he says to me. He calmly picks up the ball and bends his knees and acts all professional-like. He stands there and waits, as if he’s mentally psyching himself up to take the shot.
“This isn’t the Olympics,” Blake mutters under his breath.
Kayla giggles again . . . What is so funny, bitch?
Gregory takes his shot, and then he does some weird crossing-his-leg-behind thing as he waits for his ball to go down the alley.
“Yes!” he yells as he gets a strike. “Boom! That’s how it’s done.” He claps his hands together. “Oh yeah, wiping the table with you, Grayson.”
Blake’s eyes flicker red, and Kayla laughs again.
Honestly . . . if she keeps laughing, I cannot be held responsible for dropping a bowling ball on her toe.
“Your turn, baby,” Gregory tells me. He slaps me on the behind, and Blake inhales sharply as he sits on the chair.
“Just think of the reward you’re going to get tonight if you win, babe.” Kayla smiles.
I stuff my fingers into the holes on the bowling ball. This bitch is going down.
“Do you mind not talking dirty while I’m trying to bowl?” I snap.
“Not at all.” Blake smiles.
“You’re balking me,” I growl.
“Well, his legs in those socks are balking me,” Blake hits back.
Gregory looks down at his legs. “What’s wrong with my legs?”
“Nothing, baby.” I smile. “Those legs are hot.” I grab Gregory and kiss him just to spite these two assholes.
“Yes . . . baby, hit me,” Gregory says as he grabs my behind again.
Ahhh . . . too far. You had to ruin it, didn’t you?
Hit me?
Good lord, this man is ridiculous.
“Gregory . . .” Blake stands. “Don’t touch her again.”
“I’ll do what I want with her,” Gregory fires back. “She is my date.”
“Yeah, well.” Blake glares at him. “You should probably back the fuck up.”
“Leave it,” Kayla whispers under her breath.
What the hell is going on here with these idiots?
My angry pulse begins to sound in my ears, and I run up and take my shot. It bounces into the gutter, and I don’t knock even one pin down.
Blake slow claps. “Well done.”
Fuck you.
I storm back and take a seat.
Kayla takes her shot, and of course, she gets a strike, and then it’s Gregory’s turn again.