Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Cammy starts laughing up a storm, which makes Piper do the same thing. I keep them entertained with my antics until their sweet treat is finished and they’re both ready to swim, so I oblige. Once again coming over here for brotherly advice only to run interference with my brother and sister-in-law.
THREE
Hendrix
I’m still annoyed by the time I make it home to get Jolene settled for the night, get myself showered, hair washed, body exfoliated, legs shaved, face washed and moisturized to start my evening of relaxing on the couch. A new documentary I’ve somehow managed to miss about Woodstock is at the ready, and dinner is ordered. The Cali burger is right up my alley for dinner tonight— avocado, bacon, lettuce, roasted tomato, and so much more along with fried pickles. Yep, I deserve this, and so does Jolene, though hers is dog food and a frozen pup cup that is in the freezer.
I wish I could say Madden only infuriates, annoys me, pisses me off, all of the verbs that go with loathing. That’s him all wrapped up in one. The man can’t even apologize and then has the audacity to try to get me to stop after the second go-around. No thanks. The downside in all of this? He’s smoking hot with his piercing green eyes, dark hair that I could see beneath his baseball cap, shaved on the side, longer on top, and though he didn’t smile, I bet even his teeth are amazing. The same couldn’t be said for his mouth or mannerisms. He’s a nuisance. The perfect amount of muscles while not being overly done, at least what I could tell from his arms and chest. The white muscle shirt wasn’t leaving much to the imagination either. I could tell he’s got a toned chest, strong arms, and some of the sweat soaking through gave me a glimpse at a firm stomach, too. And don’t get me started on the athletic shorts. Jesus, the man must be a shower versus a grower. Clearly, Madden was packing in the manhood department. Sue me, I looked. It was literally right before my eyes when I bent down. A massive bulge, bigger than I’ve ever noticed or seen in real life before. Even porn has nothing on that man. I’m not going there, though. He’s not for me, and honestly, this single life I’ve been living for the past two years has been bliss. No man trying to make me feel inferior because of my job. My ex said my career was nothing but playing dress-up, and working behind the scenes at that. If only he knew the amount of money I made when we were together. What an idiot. He also belittled every single thing. I wanted a dog, and he’d tell me no, trying to tell me they’d just tie us down. We lived under one roof, so slowly, I gave up on anything that was a want in my life, changing into this quiet person I never was. It took me finding out that he was dipping his dick into another woman to finally get rid of the loser. It’s probably Josh, my ex-boyfriend’s, fault that I’m such a man-hater. That has nothing to do with the man I met a couple of times this week. He’s a whole other story.
I flop down on my couch, head tipping back, eyes closing, attempting to calm my inner bitch from the week. Usually, it’s work that has me strung this tight, and for the most part, it’s a brand that is dicking Journey and me around. Nope, that’s not the reason. A man by the name of Madden is currently pissing me off, and for no apparent reason. If this were any other person, I’d have already scraped them off, forgotten about the two unwelcome greetings, and moved on.
“I need a beer. What about you, Jolene? Are you ready for your dessert?” I look at my golden retriever. She’s got Grinch-like toes going on, needing a trim from the groomers. Only last time they worked on her, she came back looking more like a lab and a whole lot less fluffy. Jolene is beautiful regardless, a dog mom’s words, I know, but she is. I just like her with more hair, even if that means my motorized vacuum cleaner is constantly going.
Jolene barks in response. My rental is a duplex. Sharing a wall with neighbors isn’t ideal. In fact, this isn’t something permanent, but it’s home for now. The biggest deal breaker in renting this place is that I can’t paint the walls or even decorate how I would usually because of the stupid fucking clause prohibiting mounting of the television or placing anchors in the walls for heavy décor. How stupid. Here, let me give you a pile of money for living in your house, but I can’t make it my home.