Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Honestly, I don’t know what’s happening. I’ve had to cancel a date I had with the Mr. Mercedes girl (Sansa?) because I’d rather be with Amanda instead, even though it’s taking every ounce of my goodwill to not make a move on her. I mean, I don’t want to think of her in that way since she’s my writing partner and I’ve made it this far without fucking up our strange little relationship.
But when we’re dealing day in and out with hard cocks and slick holes and every romance cliché imaginable, it’s nearly impossible not to be turned on. It doesn’t help that Amanda is attractive. Her eyes are this vivid blue-green that light up every time she writes the word dick, and she has this smile, so beautifully cheeky, that sometimes takes my breath away. Okay, so that’s a bit of a cliché, but I do feel breathless when the majority of my blood flow is heading straight to my pants. It’s amazing she hasn’t noticed my constant erection, though maybe she’s just being polite about it. She’s so humble she probably wouldn’t assume it’s for her.
Then there are her lips, which I’ve been a fan of since day one. If anything, they seem to get wetter, the way her mouth hangs open slightly and her pink tongue peeks out when she’s thinking, and I really have to remind myself that she probably wouldn’t appreciate me kissing her wildly while she’s trying to write.
Probably.
That’s what makes everything worse because I know, I know, she’s getting turned on as she writes. Her eyes get this glossy glazed look and her cheeks flush and she squirms in her seat. She likes to laugh at the overuse of the word clenching, but damn I know she’s squeezing her tight little pussy together in my presence, and so help me god, I want in on that.
I’m not made of stone.
And I know it’s just a matter of time.
“Blake,” my father calls to me, snapping me back to reality. It’s almost closing time, and though the store is a mess, I have places to go and porn to write.
I look up to see him and Kevin coming toward me. I guess Angelica must have just dropped him off. And, shit, Kevin’s eyes are all puffy and red under his glasses, while my dad’s face looks etched in concrete.
“What’s up?” I ask them cautiously. I look to Kevin. “Did you reread that scene again where Dumbledore dies?”
“Hey, spoiler alert!” someone among the stacks of books yells.
“No,” Kevin replies in annoyance, wiping his nose. “We have something to tell you.”
My dad comes over to the register and clears his throat. “This may be a shock to hear,” he says, lowering his voice. “But Angelica and I are getting a divorce. We’ve signed the papers. We wanted to wait to tell Kevin so it wouldn’t affect his school, but there’s a small chance they might be moving over the summer.”
I knew about the divorce part. I did not know about the moving part.
“Noooo,” I say softly, looking at Kevin. “You can’t go.”
“I don’t want to go!” he says, stamping his foot.
“Kevin!” my dad turns around to admonish him before leaning in close to me. “Don’t make this worse, Blake. He’s going to have a hard enough time as it is.”
I glance at Kevin, standing there in his cape—silver this time—his knee high suede boots, his wooden staff, his glasses, and I know when he moves to another school the kids are going to be brutal. He’s almost ten, and if I remember correctly, middle school is when all the world goes to hell.
“It would be nice if you came and had dinner with us tonight,” he says.
My heart sinks. I look between the two of them. “I’m sorry. I can’t tonight.”
“Blake,” my dad warns.
“I’m sorry, but I made plans and I’m not breaking them.”
“Is it a girl?” Kevin asks in disgust.
“Yes, it is a girl,” I tell him. “We’re having a cootie convention.”
“Seriously son, tell the girl you’ll…woo her some other day.”
“She’s not like that. I mean…I’m not wooing her. I’m trying to woo her. But not in the way you think. I…”
The lines in my father’s forehead deepen as he stares at me. “Are you saying you have a girlfriend? Is it serious?”
Well, I certainly can’t tell them about the project because I’d be disowned in a second. Knowing my dad, he’d probably boot me out of his will, let the bank repossess the store, and send me back to England. I represent everything he thinks made him fail.
“It’s not serious and she’s not a girlfriend. She’s a friend and maybe I want something more.”
At least that’s partially honest.
His eyes rake over me, not really believing it.
So I look at Kevin. “Honest. It’s true. You know I wouldn’t say no for just anybody.”