Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
I know how this will happen. He’s going to be tall, dark, and so, so handsome. Maybe he looks like John Stamos. We will be in love and on a beach, and he will take me. Kissing all the pain away and telling me he loves me until the end of time. Music will play, and dolphins will jump from the water. Oh, gosh, it’s going to be so perfect when I finally lose my virginity.
I slam the book hard, shaking my head at my innocence. That was not at all how it happened—and thank fuck for that. I don’t even remember why I wanted something like that, other than I had watched the Blue Lagoon around that time and wanted something tropical and romantic.
“What the hell did I think it would be like?”
Talking to myself, I can’t imagine this was how anyone would want their first time to be—but for me, it was perfect.
I think about tossing the book in the fire, but I can’t. It’s my link to the past. A token of my innocence resides in the pages of this book, and though it’s just funny now, I know I can still find happiness inside these pages.
The next few days are peaceful and relaxing—walks in the woods, finishing the novel, and even a few extra hours of sleep.
I know what happened with me and the men might be unconventional, but I don’t regret one second of it. It’s not the way I planned for my first time to be, but it was incredible.
In fact, I wouldn’t change a thing. Who would?
Chapter 19
Robin
So many changes recently. I can hardly believe any of them. It’s all because of Evelynn—er, Eve Travers.
Every time I think back to right before I met her, I can’t stop smiling. My impression of rich bitches was that they were nothing but stuck-up snobs. Girls born with a silver spoon in their mouths never let us forget it. But wow, for once, I was wrong about that.
Meeting Eve was a stroke of luck. I’ve been a Dom for a long time, but this was where I needed to be. An interview with the owner of Scarlet changed my life.
I walked in with my twin, Gustav, and just about lost my ability to stay calm. Four other sets of twins were interviewing for the spot. I mean know I’m good, but damn—there was something freaky going on there.
Why do they want so many twins? Is it that good for business?
Regardless, it was the night my life changed—and I have never been the same since.
Sitting in the bar before the others arrive, my thoughts go back to the night with Eve.
“You can’t come at all!”
Her voice still haunts me. She wouldn’t allow me to get off. Who was the dominant here? Her or me?
For years I thought it was me, but Miss Travers proved me wrong. She made submission interesting.
Tease and denial were the biggest rushes I’ve ever had with a woman. I was almost afraid to cum after that. I didn’t want to disappoint her.
Whatever hold she has on me feels fantastic, and though Eve is technically a Rich Bitch—she isn’t stuck up. She is not an asshole about her money.
I order a beer while I wait. Everything is playing in my head. I can’t stop thinking.
And then suddenly it all fits. I bring my palm up to smack my forehead.
I’m in trouble.
Fuck, this is bad.
Or is it?
Fuck.
I’m falling for Evelynn Travers.
I don’t fall for women. They fall for me.
Jesus fucking Christ. I am weak because of this woman.
I lean back in the chair, closing my eyes for a moment. I only open them when I feel a slap on the back of my head. It’s my brother.
“Fucker. What the fuck?” I’m laughing when I say it, but he doesn’t care. He can see that I’m in a place of absolute confusion.
I’ve never really cared about a girl. Not since middle school, at least. And that was a stupid teenage crush. Eve is not a crush. I don’t even know what to call the feeling.
One by one, the guys all show up. Work was busy tonight. The place was busier than I have ever seen it. Women were coming and going.
There were even a few without appointments that had slipped into the schedule. I don’t particularly care for that. I always need time to prepare.
“Anyone heard from Eve?” Max asks.
All of us respond that we haven’t.
I’m worried, but I don’t say that I am. I don’t want to alarm anyone.
“Maybe she’s out of town or visiting her parents?” I try to play it off with no concern, and they all seem to buy it—or they have as much of a poker face as I do.
Everyone’s having beers when the conversation begins freaking me out. We’re all sitting here worrying over Eve. What the hell, is this a bitch session? We’re supposed to be men.