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)
“You will not believe my Friday night.” I walk into Journey’s apartment now turned office. She’s in the kitchen making a cup of coffee, wearing lounge clothing. The text she sent me today said I’m supposed to be ready to do a try-on right along with her. Where Journey is tall, I’m short. We each have a different body shape, which gives her community a sense of seeing things in different sizes as well.
“Oh, really? Did you finally go on a date?” Journey asks. Her auburn hair is up in a top knot, whisps falling down in a manner that looks effortless, yet you know it’s not, and she’s got a smile on her face.
“Har, har, har. I told you there is absolutely no dating in my future. Never mind the dating sites everyone raves about. No way. Those guys are trolling for one thing and one thing only.” Sure, sex every now and then wouldn’t be bad; let’s face it, we all have needs. I have my hands, showerhead, an amazing toy that’s rechargeable and always ready to give me the orgasm a man might not.
“Well, then, don’t keep me waiting. Avocado toast?” she asks. I put my bag on the barstool and walk around the bar going to grab the ingredients out of the fridge. I start making my coffee. We’re working early this morning since we have a crap ton of clothes to try on, then edits to make, brand approval, and getting content ready for the rest of the week. Tomorrow is the day when Jolene goes to the vet to get spayed, and you bet your bottom dollar I’m taking the day off work, scrubbing my house with my phone in reach in case anything happens. I’m that dog mom. Jolene is my baby, and while I know she doesn’t take the place of an actual human baby, she’s mine.
“Yes, please. I have a feeling we’re going to burn all the calories today. I don’t know how you do it and not eat like a horse afterwards. Seriously, I go on an hour-long hike, and the minute I’m home, I raid the fridge or am ordering delivery.” I pop the pod into the coffee maker, going for a dark, bold flavor to perk my ass up and keep me going. “Anyways, I almost called a girls’ meeting, too, and would have if I knew you three weren’t busy with family. Remember I told you about the guy on the trail? The one whose lab peed on Jolene and me? Well, he was there again.” I take a deep breath, dump in a sweetener packet, and grab the creamer to turn the coffee the perfect color that I love, a warm tone of beige.
“I remember all too well. He’s the one you hate more than Josh, and I think I hate that ex of yours enough for the both of us.” Journey has a smirk on her face. Love that woman, and she’s right. With Josh, I was resigned, feelings gone. It’s a time in my life that while, yes, it made me learn a lot about myself. I still don’t want to relive, so I ignore it like it never existed.
“God, you’re the best, I swear. Anyways, the man’s name is Madden, and he ruined my peaceful hike. You know how I am, a creature of habit, trying to tap into my creative side while soaking in the setting sun, nature, and all that jazz.” I’m exasperated just talking about him. Maybe taking a sip of my coffee will calm me down for a moment. Journey spreads the smashed avocado along the toast, adding seasoning and waiting silently for me to proceed.
“I know. Nico tells me that daily,” Journey slides out. Lucky woman. In fact, all of them are. I know I’ll be in their shoes one day, but today isn’t that day.
“Okay, Mrs. Donotello, go on with your bad self. I see this weekend was good for you, which makes me so happy. Seriously, I’m not being a smartass,” I tell her over my coffee mug as she sits down on one for the barstools, sliding my plate across the counter.
“Continue. I really do want to hear about the man who has you all in a tizzy.” She is being sly. Something is up her sleeve, and I’m going to be her subject. I can feel it.
“I was rounding the corner, you know, the one I always post pictures of with Jolene. Not a huge deal. I’m cool with sharing the space. It’s a free country and all that. So, once I saw he was there with his dog, who is super cute, by the way, but could really use a huge dose of manners, Jolene and I turned around. Then Cooper, Madden’s dog, must have slipped his collar, or he let go of his leash, and came barreling towards us. Not one of my proudest moments either. Jolene is hiding. Of course, that doesn’t help her rear sticking out in the air, so Cooper tries to mount my baby!” I take a bite of the toast, moaning at the amazing food that I didn’t have to make.