Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“Then why does it feel so wrong? We should all be together right now. Not that I don’t love spending time with you, it’s awesome and all, but nothing beats hanging out with the man who owns your soul and the son you made together.” There’s nothing else I can do besides set down the makeup in my hand and give the woman I love like she’s my own blood even if that means we both ruin our hard work a hug.
My arms are wrapped around her, and I’m ready to say, ‘Forget it, change into pajamas, and pig out the rest of the night.’ Not only does Tyra need to quit doing that, but I also know for a fact Wylde is at work tonight, and I plan on sneaking into his office at some point. My mind runs wild at the thought of dropping to my knees in front of his chair, opening up his what I’m sure is five-hundred-dollar pressed pants, hoping he goes sans underwear and is ready for my mouth to be wrapped around the length of his cock I’ve felt between my legs twice now. “Maybe this is him waking up, seeing the light of day. I’m not saying this to get your hopes up because we all know how that could turn out. I want the best for you and for Von. That was the least healthy relationship you could have been in at that time.” Her marriage wasn’t always like this; they were once the couple who did every single thing together. Then Von was born, Mace took a higher-paying job and well, life went by the wayside.
“I know, I know. I can’t help but miss it.” Tyra pulls away from my hug. I let her do that but hold her by the back of her forearms to look in her eyes. They’re red from holding the tears at bay.
“And that’s allowed. Now show me a picture of my favorite nephew. You know, if you’d rather back out, I’d understand. I may leave your ass here, though.” I wink, watching as she pulls in a deep breath, nods, and then swipes her phone off the bathroom counter. Talk about a tight squeeze.
“I’m going. I’ve spent the past two days at home. Von comes back tomorrow, and I at least want to have done something productive with my time even if it’s dancing the night away while drinking without spending a dollar.” Thankfully, Tyra is at least taking me up on treating her with her favorite drink of choice—green apple martini.
“That’s my girl,” I reply. My hands go to my hair, and I slowly pull out the rollers. Yanking them out too quickly can leave you with less hair than you want.
“I’m surely going to try. Look at his face. They went to the zoo. Apparently, Von went a little crazy and fed all the food to the emus, then got upset that he didn’t have enough for the ostriches.” I soak in the look on Von’s face. He’s dirty, has what looks like chocolate smeared across his cheek, but there’s happiness there, too, and judging by all the information Tyra is giving me, it seems like she and Mace talked quite a bit. Isn’t that an interesting piece of information for me to file for a later date.
“Awe, I have the cutest nephew in the whole wide world.” My rollers are finally out. I grab the oil to tame some of the wildness that becomes my hair when styling it this way.
“He’s your only nephew, goof troop.” Tyra wraps up what she was doing, then we move into my bedroom. The nude bodycon dress only enhances her figure when she shimmies it over her body, dropping the robe as she does it. You’d have never thought she gave birth to a ten-pound baby boy.
“Well, duh, and yes, I’m prejudiced, yet so are you.” I strip out of my oversized shirt, being careful not to screw up all my hard work on my hair and makeup.
“When Wylde sees you in that, he’s going to grab you by the hair, toss you over his shoulder, and drag you back to his lair,” Tyra tells me. I’m slipping on the mini-fit black dress and tie the thin straps that around my neck. The scoop neckline is classic until you get to the sides, where cut-outs showing my skin, and the skirt of the dress is tight, meaning a thong is required but a bra is way out of the picture.
“And you? I’m going to have to beat the guys drooling over you with a stick.” I sit down on the bed. The silver heels I’ve paired with the dress wrap around my ankles, tying the look together.
“Ha, I’m not worried about men. Tonight is for me not to think about men, period.” She grabs her purse after putting on her chunky heels, telling me it’s time to go.