Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Are you going to stand there all evening, or are you going to enter?” Okay, so maybe there is a reason he’s hired a date. It takes me a few moments to get my beating heart under control before doing as he asked. Tonight is definitely going to be different, that’s for sure.
SEVEN
Santiago
“Alejandro, what do you fucking want now?” My phone rang just as the woman steps inside my office, the door still left ajar, which I’m pissed about as well. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but the woman before me looks like a deer in the headlights on a lonely two-lane road. Not that there’s a lot of that around here in a busy and crowded street.
“I heard your present made it. Tell me, big brother, what do you think?” I have no idea what he’s talking about.
“There’s a woman in my office. I guess I should be glad she isn’t jumping out of a cake singing Happy Birthday.” Never in my life have I seen a beauty like hers. She’s the epitome of looking innocent with her pouty lips that you can tell are either natural, or maybe she’s bitten them until they’ve achieved their plumpness. She’s got dark hair, high cheekbones, and skin that’s unmarred, tan in color. My fists clench, wanting to run them along her body. The tight dress is plastered against her body, showing off her hourglass figure, breasts spilling out of the strapless dress, hips made for gripping while you’re fucking her tight cunt, legs that you want wrapped around your hips or head while you eat what you’re hoping is the tastiest pussy ever.
“Well, since you haven’t gotten laid in over two years, I figured I’d help you out,” Alejandro says like this isn’t a big deal.
“You fucking did what?” I’m going to fucking kill my little brother. The woman looks upset. Not that any of this is her fault. Oh no, this has Alejandro Martinez written all over it. I shake my head, annoyed with the thoughts of taking her when he’s just admitted to his wrongdoing. I’m no better than him. When she first appeared, I assumed it was to hand-deliver some kind of gag gift. Not this, never fucking this.
“Since you’re not going to get pussy on your own, I’m bringing pussy to you. Happy fortieth, big brother. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me? That there’s a hooker in my office?” I’d have switched to Spanish if I were in my right mind. Judging by the way the woman is backing away, she can not only hear but see the anger in my tone. A small hand graces her mouth, covering it in shock.
“She’s not a hooker. A high-class escort is what she is. Don’t worry. Rachel assured me this one is primo pussy, untried and untouched just for you,” Alejandro states clear as day, so clearly that I’m pretty sure the woman in front of me can hear everything he’s had to say. It’s not up to me to judge if she’s a virgin or how she’s willing to let it go.
“Listen here, Alejandro Martinez, I’m done with your bullshit games, with you fucking and dicking people around. I’ve cleaned up your mess once already, and now you’re leaving me to do it again. I’m done with your pranks, your jokes, and your pawn’s in the women department. You’ve fucked up, big time. You think I need this kind of publicity?” It does no good to keep talking because my dumb fuck of a little brother chuckles right before I hear a click. If he thinks this is over, he's sadly mistaken. I know where to hit him where it hurts, and I know exactly when and how I’ll do it, starting with our father. Our family is well-known. There’s a reason I’ve made it to where I am today, my last name carrying some of that weight. Mom and Dad helped me with the start-up, and I paid them back completely with a ten percent interest rate. It set me up not to fail. Clearly, the same can’t be said for my younger brother. And while I know exactly where they went wrong with him, giving Alejandro everything to his heart’s content, it’s not helping. The baby brother is no longer that baby who had to stay in the ICU for three months, he’s no longer that five-year-old who had to have open-heart surgery, who’s been healthy since then. That hasn’t stopped them, Mom especially, from babying him. Well, that’s going to stop now, even if that means our relationship becomes irreparable.
EIGHT
Cadence
A hooker? An escort? I can’t be hearing these things correctly. It’s not what I signed up for and why I’m glued to where I’m currently standing. One hand on my mouth, the other on my chest trying to calm the erratic beating. This can’t be happening, right? I mean, I’m a date. Not that I’m going to shame any woman for what she willingly does with her body, but it’s not for me. And while his brother basically screamed about my virginity, which is not the case, I’m twenty-six years old, though I may appear younger. Thank you, family gene pool, for my youthful complexion. I’m also not a virgin, not since Tommy and I fooled around in the back of his mom’s Honda on prom night. Cliché, I know, but it is what it is. Even still, a healthy sex life isn’t a sin in my book.