Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“What’s that? I take promises seriously, so you have to tell me what it is before I can promise.”
“Just, don’t fire me, okay?”
“Baby, you keep sucking cock like that, trust me, you have job security. Now, turn over, we’re in the barn and I’m going to fuck you like an animal. And, one of these days, when there’s milk dripping from those big udders of yours, I’m going to put you in a stall, squeeze those big milkers of your and you’re going to moo for Daddy. Right baby?”
“Whatever you say.” I answer as I assume the position.
“Good girl. Now, brace yourself…”
CHAPTER 7
Cade
“Shhh. Mom’s sleeping. Guess we took too long.” I slip my fingers into Lennie’s and pull her through the living room, her face still flushed from our workout.
“There’s a note.” She reaches over to the coffee table and picks up a piece of paper with my mom’s writing in blue sharpie.
I’m tired, see you in the morning but take Lennie to the Dairy Freeze! They have a new flavor, Chocolate Cherry and it’s TO DIE FOR! Have a fun evening, go to town, leave an old woman to rest. Xo Mom
“Chocolate Cherry.” Lennie bobs her eyebrows. “I could use some of that.”
“Let’s go.” Lennie skips out the front door and we make our way to town as the last of the sunset turns dark. The Dairy Freeze has been around since before I was born. It’s a local hangout and as soon as we pull in, I’m already on everyone’s radar.
Big black Yukon with blacked out windows is not an everyday sight in Brookyn Michigan.
I hop out, then go get Lennie and the stares and whispers start. A few people recognize me, that’s the usual drill when I come home but they still think of me as the motorcycle riding son of the local mechanic, not Cade Jamison, billionaire by sheer determination and an inability to give up.
I order a chocolate cherry twist cone for Lennie and check my phone, knowing the storm is still brewing if I ignore it or not.
Sure enough, Davis has three 911 texts and there’s a slew of others I ignore. I shove my phone back in my pocket, refusing to let anything ruin this night. Tomorrow will come, if I deal with this or not and right now, it’s watching Lennie eat her ice cream cone that is the most important thing in my life.
I walk her down Beech Street and in front of my old high school.
“That’s where I cut my teeth back in the day. Got my first tattoo over there at Micky’s bike shop.”
“Really? This is your high school? It’s so small!”
“Small town, small high school.”
“I hated high school.”
“I know. Wasn’t I the one that let you drop out and finish with the tutors?”
She nods. “Yes, but sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to, you know, go to prom and graduate with a class. But, yes, thank you for taking me out. Even missing prom. I don’t care.”
“I missed prom too.”
“Really, why?”
I shrug, looking at the over grown trees and the darkened windows of the school.
“No one I wanted to take.”
“I wish I could have gone to prom with you. Age difference makes that prohibitive though.”
“Never know.”
We walk as she finishes her cone and by eleven we are back at the house, slipping into my room together as she giggles about my rock poster and my cowboy wall paper.
“You ever bring a girl in here?” She asks and I see the green streak of jealousy in her eyes.
“No. You’re the first. But, you need to remember, you have to be quiet tonight because I’m going to fuck that pussy of yours until you pass out.”
Lennie’s in the bathroom when I go to the kitchen and see my mom drinking her coffee with a sly grin.
“Don’t you hide that girl in the shadows young man.”
I give her a look, pouring my coffee as my pulse speeds.
“What?”
“Don’t play dumb with me son. You can’t lie to me. She deserves the light, not the darkness. She’s been through enough. I don’t care who you were to her, I see who you are to her now and you need to be a man, and make it right. I don’t care what people say, I care if you do what’s right.”
“How do you always know?”
She smiles. “Just do. It’s a mom thing.”
“Yeah, but, I promised her mom, I never told you but—”
“You didn’t love Lilith. I knew that. it was all for show. But this,” She points to the hallway, “this is real. So, you may have promised something but some promises are broken for the right reasons, son. You make her feel like a queen. A princess. Like the most important person in the world to you. Everything else? Who cares.”