Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 35877 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35877 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Dominic shrugged. "Your asshole feels just as good wrapped around my cock, I won't be sad."
Oh, my God.
"You're a bastard."
"You're a bitch."
Gah!
"It's not nice to call me a bitch."
Dominic raised an eyebrow then said, "You will get over it."
Prick.
I huffed and looked away from him; he took it as an invitation to his my cheek.
"Can we get to your birthday picnic now? It's only around the next bend."
I gasped. "A picnic? We're goin' picnic?"
We've never gone on a picnic before!
"We are." Dominic smiled.
I leaned up and kissed him hard on the mouth and as always our argument; name-calling and threats were forgotten... until the next time we fought of course.
Dominic stood up then helped me to my feet; we walked down the pathway and around the bend to where a Ryder Slater stood over a beautifully laid out picnic.
"Uh... hey Ry."
Ryder winked at me then turned and walked off without saying a single word.
I looked to Dominic.
"What was that?"
Dominic shrugged. "He set this up then stood guard until we came, he is gone back home now."
I gasped. "He drove an hour from home just to come into the city to set up a picnic for us?"
"Yes."
"God, I love your brothers."
Dominic chuckled. "They love you too."
I practically skipped over to the picnic and sat down. Dominic laughed and sat down across from me. He opened a huge basket and reached inside; I burst out laughing when he lifted out a bucket of KFC chicken pieces.
"What? You think I can survive this day on your sandwiches? Please."
I shook my head still laughing as he grabbed some paper plates, napkins and plastic forks and placed them in front of us. I sat patiently as he poured chips onto my plate followed by chicken pieces and beans."
"That smells so good!"
Dominic looked up and gave me a knowing look.
"It's a one-time thing, okay?"
I rolled my eyes.
"I'm serious, every time you eat fast food you complain about gaining weight."
"Fat food," I mumbled.
"What?"
"It should just be called fat food not fast food, the person who added in the 's' was a clever little fucker."
Dominic snickered. "You've gone six weeks without stepping food inside a Mac Donald’s or Burger King or even a KFC. You're doing awesome, and you've lost a dress size to show for it."
I stared at him. "How do you know I lost a dress size?"
Dominic shrugged. "You buy your clothes from ASOS on my debit card, and you use my account. I get an email with your order, and it tells me the sizes of the items you bought."
I mentally grumbled.
I was not smart with computers, emails and debit cards. Whenever I needed them, I would just use Dominic's accounts for everything. I gave him the money of course; I wasn't that type of girlfriend.
"I lost a size on top, not on the bottom."
Dominic grinned.
"It's not a good thing, me arse is-"
"Perfect the way it is." Dominic cut me off as he dished up his food. "You stress you have a pear shaped body and that you have a big ass because you have big hips, it's time to just fully accept it and move on, you can’t change your bone structure."
I grunted.
"Unfortunately."
Dominic was appalled. "You have an ass, a phat ass. I love it and so do the guys who check you out."
"No one checks me out."
Dominic snarled. "Trust me, they do... why do you think I hate going into town with you? I use bucket loads of self-control not to punch people."
I snorted. "And people say I have anger issues."
Dominic grinned. "I know I have a bad temper, but so do you, we're a perfect match."
"A match made from Hell according to Branna."
"Like she can talk."
I chuckled and opened a bottle of coke Dominic handed to me. He had more chicken on his plate than I did because he could eat more, but I was curious as to why he was even eating this food in the first place.
"No celery sticks or steaks hidden in there?" I asked peering down into the picnic basket.
Dominic smirked. "Like I said, it's a one-time thing."
I sighed. "You will work all this off later, and I won't."
Dominic chewed on his lower lip before he released it and said, "You could work out with me you know?"
I laughed but stopped when I seen Dominic's face.
"You can't be serious?"
Dominic gave me a stern look. "You have to look after your body, and I'm sorry to say it but you're unfit babe."
I frowned.
"I'm not calling you fat before you go off at me, I'm just saying that it wouldn't hurt for you to be able to walk up stairs without getting out of breath."
I was mortified because it was true.
I was very unfit.
I frowned. "You would ease me into it, right?"
Dominic's sudden smile warmed my heart; he was shocked I was considering it.
"Yeah I would, I'll do you up a beginner's exercise and diet program."
The word 'diet' disheartened me.
"I'm not eatin' rabbit food, you would be dead within a week after I turn into a monster and go on a rampage for real food."
Dominic burst out laughing. "You won't be eating rabbit food, you will eat the same food as me just in smaller portions. You can still have small treats and even a cheat meal once a week."
Dominic got a cheat meal every week, and it was the Mega Meal Deal from Four Star Pizza, it was for a family of four but he could finish it all by himself. We never had sex the night he had a cheat meal, but it does be worth it for him, he goes into a food coma.
"Okay, fine, I'll do it... but not today, tomorrow."
Dominic nodded his head.
"Great, you could even try Pilates or something if you wanted."
On a diet?
"Are they allowed?"
Dominic furrowed his eyebrows. "It's an exercise, Bronagh. Pilates."
"Pilates? Oh, Jesus Christ, no. I thought you said pie and lattes."
Dominic just looked at me like I grew an extra head so I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I like food."