Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Is he still here?” Vivienne says, her mouth and eyes both opened. “I was checking him out. He looks like he has a good one.” She puts both hands to her crotch area.
“Oh my God, is he here?” Alison gets off the bed and runs into the bathroom while Karrie starts running upstairs to where my office is.
“He’s not here,” I shout at them and then look at Zoe. “Dude, twin secret.”
“Sorry.” She shrugs. “I don’t think I can do this one alone.”
“Get out,” I say, getting out of bed naked and then having Allison look at me. “What I wouldn’t give for your legs.”
“I’d kill for her ass,” Karrie says. Walking into the walk-in closet, I grab a thong, then slide on yoga pants and a camisole with a built-in bra.
When I come back out of the closet, they are still there talking about their bodies as they stand side by side. “I thought you guys were starting breakfast?”
“Oh shit, yeah,” Karrie said. “I forgot.” She turns and walks out of the room, but now we all follow. And just when she hits the last step, the doorbell rings.
“Seriously, it’s like Grand Central Station in here,” I say, and Karrie goes to the door. When I get to the bottom, I look around the corner and gasp out in shock.
“What is that?” I ask while she comes into the house with the largest bouquet I’ve ever seen in my whole life.
“Are those Fleur de Venus?” Vivienne asks of the flowers in the round cardboard box; the light blush pink roses look like a dome.
“Where is the card?” I ask, and they all look at me. Karrie goes to the living room and places the flowers on the center table, and I walk to it, grabbing the white card tucked behind the side.
I open it up, and I can’t help the smile that comes over my face.
Have a great day, sweet Zara
E
“What does it say?” Zoe asks.
Vivienne jumps up. “We need a drink for this,” she says, running to the kitchen and then coming back with the bottle of prosecco and four glasses.
Karrie walks to the front door and brings in five boxes of food. “We stopped on the way here.”
“We have Danishes, muffins, scones, croissants, and doughnuts,” Allison says, taking a box and opening it, and then opening the rest and placing them around the huge bouquet.
“He paid over a thousand dollars for those flowers,” Zoe says, and I look at her when she turns her phone around. “A thousand.”
“Oh fuck,” Vivienne says mid pour.
“You need to start at the beginning,” Allison says, grabbing a glass from Vivienne, then going to the couch and sitting down. “And don’t leave anything out.”
I shrug. “There really isn’t anything to say. He was in Jersey for his game tonight,” I start. Sitting down on the carpet in front of the fireplace, I wait for the four girls to sit on the couch and give me their attention. “He showed up at my work and bought two suits I’m sure he didn’t need.”
“Did you charge him?” Vivienne asks.
“He paid for the suits,” I tell her, and she cocks her head, “but I didn’t charge him for my time.”
“You charge Matthew double,” Karrie says.
“That’s because he is the worst person to shop for. He returned five suits I bought him last year. Five,” I tell her, holding up my hand.
“Anyway,” Allison says, “go on.”
“So he shows up and then he about lost his shit with Roman.” I remember that part.
“What do you mean by lost his shit?” Allison asks. “Like ‘dude, watch it’ or ‘dude, you best fuck off.’”
“More like the second one,” I answer and see her eyes widen. “Anyway, after he held the door open for me and helped me get in his car,” I say shocked, “then when we got here, he told me to stay seated so he could help me out.”
“Wait, what?” Vienne says. “Like holding the door open for you?”
“Asshole,” Zoe says sarcastically, and I glare at her.
I don’t bother answering her. Instead, I just continue. “Then we came here, and he was all like can you cook, and I was like can you build a house.”
“I walked in, and I think they were about to kiss,” Zoe says almost with glee in her voice.
“Shut up,” Karrie says, grabbing the bottle to fill her glass up.
“We were talking about what we were going to eat,” I tell her, and I’m not lying.
“He had his arm around her shoulder the whole time.” I roll my eyes now when Allison snickers. “And was like join us for dinner.” Karrie slaps her leg, laughing. “Wait, wait, it gets better,” Zoe says, laughing. “He told her to sit down and eat.”
Karrie and Allison both sit up straight. “So fucked.”
“He wants me to go watch the game tonight.”