Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 139789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
My mother glanced over to the apartment door and to the two large duffle bags next to it.
"Are you sure your things will fit in this box?" my mother asked, a grin on her face.
I clenched my free hand into a fist, I knew my apartment was tiny but no one else could hate on it except me.
"We will get somewhere bigger in time mother," I said, my tone clipped.
My mother hummed in response as she glanced around the sitting room.
She was probably looking for a spot that was untidy so she could rub it in my face.
It wouldn't surprise me.
"Alec, could you be a pet and go make me a cup of tea, please?" my mother asked Alec, smiling brightly at him.
I raised my eyebrows.
My ma didn't drink tea.
What was she up to?
"Of course, Ms Daley," Alec smiled.
He turned to me and mumbled, "Don't slap me."
I wondered why he said that, but realised why when his lips connected with mine. Alec's free hand cupped my face as he slipped his tongue into my mouth that was open with shock. I quickly realised what the fuck was happening and bit down on Alec's tongue making him whimper.
I released his tongue then pecked his lips and smiled evilly.
Alec's eyes were filled with tears, probably from the stinging pain in his mouth and it made me smile.
"'Ucking 'itch," he muttered, and rolled his tongue around his now open mouth.
I yelped when I felt a pinch on the outside of my thigh.
Alec hid his grin and made a move to go into the kitchen, but couldn't move very far because I wouldn't let go of his hand.
"Um, Keela, can I have my hand back?" Alec chuckled, but started to squeeze my hand to the point of pain.
He was hurting my hand, but I slightly shook my head.
"Don't leave me alone with her," I murmured.
Alec pulled his hand from mine and gave me a stern look that made me itch to bite him again.
"Talk to your mother," he smiled.
Bastard!
He moved off into the kitchen and since my mother had her back to him, he made a show of sticking his middle finger up at me then pointed to his tongue and mouthed, "That fucking hurt!"
I rolled my eyes at him and turned my head to face my mother who was staring directly at me.
"Did you lose a bet?" she asked me.
I raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Is Alec really your boyfriend or did you lose a bet?" she asked.
I hate that Alec could hear this because it made everything worse.
I don't think I have ever been more embarrassed by a question.
"Why would you even ask me that?" I asked, my head downcast.
"Look at him, he belongs on a magazine cover, Keela."
And that meant he couldn't be with me?
"Is it that impossible in your mind for me to have a good lookin' boyfriend without some sort of scheme bein' involved?" I asked, my voice filled with emotion.
Alec was my fake boyfriend as a favour to me but still, I could go out with a good looking person if I wanted to. It wasn't that farfetched of an idea!
"Of course you can go out with a good looking person, you're a very pretty girl Keela even though you are overweight."
Oh my God, I thought and slumped my shoulders.
Why did she always have to bring my weight into everything?
"I've lost more than a stone since you’ve last seen me mother. It's comin' off slowly but surely. Can you not tell?" I asked, curiously.
My ma gestured for me to stand up so I did. Then she twirled her finger around, I turned around as well so she could she all of me.
"You do look slimmer, and I really like that dress on you, it hugs your waist perfectly," my mother said, humming in appreciation.
I blew out a breath of relief.
Thank God for that at least, my diet and exercising was working after all.
"Thank you," I said then sat back down.
Things were quiet for a moment, and I didn't dare look in the direction of the kitchen to see what Alec was doing. I was happy being unaware of him right now.
"How old is Alec?" my mother asked.
I stared at her blankly and unblinking because I had no fucking idea what the answer was to her question. I cleared my throat then glanced at Alec who was looking at me and mouthing something, but I couldn't make it out.
"How old is Alec?" I repeated with a smile and glanced to him again.
He was now showing me his age on his fingers; he flashed his hands twice then held up eight fingers.
Twenty-eight?
I thought he was closer to my age; he didn't look near his thirties or act like it.
"He is twenty-eight, mother."
"Hmmm," she murmured then waved me off.
"About Micah's and Jason's wedding, if you check your email you will see all of the information about the wedding. It is in the Bahamas six days from today. You and Alec will be flying out on the twenty first of September, two days from now on Monday, and return home on the seventh, the day after the wedding. Your plane tickets are included in the email all you have to do is print them out. Print out your accommodation proof for the Pink Sands Resort as well so you get your room key when you arrive. Families from both sides have already been in the Bahamas a week, but since I don't like the heat I will only be flying out the day before the wedding."
I stared at my mother blankly, blinking.
She got Alec a plane ticket and added him to the room she got me at the resort already? But she only just found out about him!
"Ms. Daley?" Alec's voice said from our left.
I looked as he moved in our direction from the kitchen with a cup of tea in his hands.
"I appreciate you thinking of me and getting me a plane ticket and sorting out my accommodation but please let me reimburse you-"