Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Wells answered on the third ring. He said hello, but I could barely hear him over the pulse-pounding music. “Give me a second! I need to step outside!”
I watched the screen as he walked, passing dozens of men dancing. He was definitely in a club. Eventually the loud music settled into the background, and I could see he was outside. Wells lifted the screen to his face, and his buddy Kennedy jumped into the video over his shoulder.
“Hello, Kitten! Are you calling me to tell me you just knocked boots with youngblood?”
“Oooh. A younger man?” Kennedy cooed. “Deets, please.”
I sighed. “I didn’t sleep with Brayden.”
Wells pointed to the screen and looked at his buddy. “Do you see the lines in her face? She either needs dick or Dysport.” He turned back with a frown. “Honey, this is why old maids die alone—they have a full face of wrinkles from lack of orgasms.”
I chuckled. “I hate you.”
“Well you’re interrupting Gays Night Out, so spill the beans. What’s going on? If something wasn’t on your mind, you’d be in dreamland. Tell Daddy what happened.”
“Brayden and I had a great dinner, and then he kissed me in the elevator.”
“I looove elevator kisses,” Wells said. “Why are they so freaking hot?”
“I don’t know much about other elevator kisses, but kissing Brayden was definitely hot. If we would’ve gotten stuck between floors for even a few minutes, I would’ve had sex with him.”
“You should have hit the red button! That’s what it’s there for. Emergencies!”
“I once did that in the Empire State Building,” Kennedy said, pulling the phone to face him. “And when we got off the elevator, security escorted us to the exit. Apparently they have cameras in some of them.” He held up his pointer. “They did not start the car moving again until we’d finished. So I think whoever was watching us was busy busting their own nut, but whatever.”
Wells tilted the cell back to him. “What happened after the kiss? Let me guess. You blew him off when you should’ve blown him off?”
My shoulders slumped. “I chickened out and practically ran to my room.”
“What are you so afraid of?”
“I don’t know. Getting hurt? What if six months down the line, he realizes he wants biological children? Or he wants a woman who can share his firsts—first marriage, first home, first child to raise. What if after a year—”
Wells cut me off. “Jesus, Alex. You’re lucky I’m here and you’re there because if I was standing next to you, listening to you ramble about ridiculous shit like you are, I’d Joan Crawford bitch-slap you across the face to smack some sense into you.”
“But—”
Wells held up a hand. “No buts… We’ve been best friends since we were what, eight years old? Have I ever steered you wrong?”
“Except for the shoulder pads you told me looked great in my prom dress? No.”
“I still think you looked fabulous. It’s not my fault the girls at our school had no taste and decided to dress like hookers. But forget that. Have I ever steered you wrong in relationship advice? You had to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince of a husband, and I always knew who was a toad and who had potential before you, didn’t I?”
Wells did have an uncanny ability to see the truth in the men I went out with. In fact, he’d told me I should marry Richard after our very first date.
“No.” I sighed again. “You’ve never steered me wrong.”
Wells smiled. “I am pretty great, aren’t I?”
“Let’s get back to me, egomaniac.”
“Fine. Let me ask you something simple. How are you going to feel when this volunteer project ends if you never see Brayden again? Do you think you’ll be sad? Wonder what would’ve happened if you’d taken a chance?”
I didn’t have to think very long. “I would wonder.”
“Then here’s my advice, Kitten. Stop worrying about whether you can marry this guy, and go have fun. Take it one step at a time. You only live once. You can get over trying something that doesn’t work out—I promise you that. But you never get over the regret you have from the things you didn’t try. Tomorrow you could get hit by a Mack truck and then what? You die without having enjoyed that hot man’s dick.”
The last part made me smile. But I supposed Wells was right. I mean, there were risks to any relationship, weren’t there? A guy my own age could break my heart just the same as a younger one, even if the reasons were different.
I took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay.”
“That’s my girl. Now go jump that man and call me in the morning to thank me.”
I smiled. “Thanks for letting me interrupt your night.”
“This wasn’t an interruption. It was a divine dick intervention.”