Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“Hurry.” With a steady hand I slice through the fabric, the knife cutting through echoes throughout what can be considered a gentleman’s lounge. I was about to pull my cell phone out of my pocket to call an ambulance if she didn’t wake up. Jesus, the way she came to, talking about her lack of breathing and pulling at her dress, two and two made four. Finally, the last button on her dress gives way, and she’s taking a series of deep breaths. The damn thing was buttoned clear from her neck down to her lower back.
“Feel better?” I ask, trying not to notice the expanse of skin she’s showing. I close my knife and place it back in my pocket. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, you think getting up that fast is smart?” My hands reach out, but I’m unsure of where to place them, yet damn if I’m not itching to feel her bare skin.
“I’m fine. I need to get out of here. Me and a bottle Jose Cuervo have a date, maybe more than one.” She isn’t listening to reason. I help her up, my hand going to hers, making sure she’s steady on her feet before I let her go.
“Come on, I’ll get you out of here. Plus, the saying goes, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.” Stormy leans her body against mine. My arm moves to her lower back, where I meet her exposed skin, and Goddamn, does it feel good. She allows me to lead the way in her ripped dress, her hand holding the front in order for it not to slide down and give me a view I have no right wanting. Her hair is a mess, dark locks tumbling from the once upswept style. All I know is if anyone is going to make her forget today, it’ll be me and my thick dick.
1
STORMY
Present Day
“Here goes nothing.” It’s been seven days, one hundred sixty-eight hours, ten thousand and eighty minutes since I walked out of my wedding venue with Griffin. I kept my head up, eyeing each and every passerby. They could think what they wanted. They did, by the way. The slew of nasty calls, texts, and voicemails that have been riddling my phone all week has not been my idea of fun. Zach’s mom calling me every name under the sun. Clearly, her son hasn’t fessed up to the reason of our demise. I get it. When Griff escorted me out, I was a hot fucking mess. Still, there’s no need to call me a gold-digging slut. Then there was Mel’s dad, God love him. Apparently, my ex-best friend fessed up to her shenanigans with my ex-fiancé, not all of the details but some. Funnily, her dad called, saying he’d hoped we’ll eventually work our friendship out but if not he understood. Sadly, I’m not angry with him. It’s Mel I’m upset with. I had to respond to Jack, letting him know that his family would still very much be a part of my life, but as for Mel and my friendship, it was over, so over, especially because she hijacked the honeymoon Zach and I went half and half on. Well, let’s just say, a notification of a payment received for my half was also sent to my phone. At least I’m not losing more money as well as a vacation. The fucking douchebag and douchebagess are currently on what would be our honeymoon. As if I didn’t want to get away from this damn town and run away.
Zach left without a backward glance, the same thing he obviously did with our relationship, only he’s reaping a shit ton of rewards he doesn’t deserve. Now, I’m here to thank a man who helped me when no one else could. A man who made inappropriate jokes to cheer me up while keeping me flush in the tequila while I got shit-faced drunk and passed out on his shoulder. I could have simply called or texted Griff, except I couldn’t. Two days ago, my mom, Evelyn, and Aunt Catherine intercepted my cell phone. They noticed me picking up the colorful floral-incased phone, looking at it, and setting it facedown. Multiple times. By the fourth time, Aunt Catherine swooped in, read a few of the texts Zach’s mom fired off, and confiscated the device. Between the man inside the double doors, my mom, and Aunt Catherine, they’ve been the light in this dark tunnel. When Zach left with Mel, he left me with everything. I had to make sure all the gifts we received were returned, as well as deal with the fallout of a few other things. You know, like my lease that’s up in another month and how I’ll be homeless since my landlord already has my place in a contract when I leave. My one saving grace is the two-week vacation I took from work. It’s given me time to get shit in order, or not so in order, and hopefully, by the time I’m back to work, this small coastal town will have something else to talk about.