Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
His eyes met mine in the mirror, and I think I forgot how to breathe. “Breathe, baby, it’s going to be fine. I’m ready and willing to put anything in place that will make you feel safe. Just tell me what that is, and it’s yours.”
“I don’t know what I need.”
“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed the top of my head and continued brushing, and I felt so safe in that moment it was uncanny. “Now get up and get dressed. I’m going to take you dancing.”
“What?”
“It’s been a while since you’ve been anywhere, hasn’t it?”
“Well, yes.”
“The kids are gone; we know they’re safe because Susy’s on the job.”
“But I haven’t been dancing in years.”
“So? I have to go home and get a change of clothes. Be ready when I get back.”
I combed through my closet after he left and was at a loss. It had been forever since I went out anywhere that required getting dressed up except maybe for a wedding here and there. I found a sexy red dress that I don’t even remember buying way back in the closet and held it up to myself in the mirror.
He'd brushed my platinum blonde hair to a shine, and it did something that made the color pop even more. I was dressed and ready when he returned half an hour later, and we headed out after I called to check in with Susy. I told her where we were going after asking him for the name of the club just in case of an emergency and tried not to worry too much about being a mother of two going out on the town.
DOUG
“What was that about?”
“Oh, nothing; Rachel was just checking in on the guys. Say, since I’m here, why don’t you two go out on the town? I hear there’s this new club over on Hampton.” I gave her a skeptical look because this was a big change from the way she’d been acting all night.
Wendy, on the other hand, was willing to jump on the idea, and I have to admit to wanting to get out of the house. It was the perfect time to be heading out for a night on the town. Besides, what was I going to do? Spend another boring Saturday night at home watching TV? Isn’t that why I got divorced in the first place?
We got dressed and headed out, leaving my sister making popcorn to get ready for some movie marathon she wanted to watch. We pulled up to the new club following the directions, and the place was already lively, with a line going around the block.
Parking looked like a nightmare, with vehicles parked on both sides of the street. I saw a vehicle I thought I recognized on one of my turns. It looked like Jacob’s Bugatti Tourbillon. It’s the only one in existence in this part of the country, if not the world, and easily recognizable.
But what the hell was he doing here? I didn’t think he’d come to these kind of places anymore. In fact, he hadn’t for as long as I was married, and he’d moved into a place around the corner, or at least two streets over, to be exact.
I have money, but Jacob was born loaded, and he has a knack for making money, so he’s only gotten much wealthier with time. We met in Pre-School and have been best buds ever since; we even went to the same college.
He used to be the wild one of the bunch, but I guess that comes with the territory when you’re filthy rich. The guy had it made in every way. He had good looks, impeccable manners, an air about him that just made people want to fall at his feet, and more money than small countries could spend for the rest of their existence.
I won’t deny that I’ve spent some time envying the guy like crazy. He’d always won at everything he touched, and there was only one time that I beat him. The memory hit me with a quick flash of sadness.
That was the night we first saw Rachel together. I was terrified that he would get to her first, so I made a crack about her being his type. I know Jake is the type to take other people’s feelings into consideration when it comes to certain matters.
Since I’m no slouch in the looks department, I shot my shot. It was the best and most fulfilling decision of my life. I was getting more and more depressed by the time I found a parking spot and parked the car.
The good thing about going back down memory lane while drifting along behind the wheel is the time it kills. By the time we made it back to the door, the line was already in half. And it was only about another ten minutes before we were let in.