Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“I couldn’t get in much trouble on my back, Mother. You need to make your expectations a little more clear.”
“That nasty mouth is going to get you into a load of trouble, young lady.”
“I’ll call you when the baby is born,” I snap and hang up.
Reginald’s eyes are wide saucers on his face, and it forces a laugh to bubble up my throat.
“Learn a little anatomy.” I slap the phone against his chest. “It’s been days, not weeks.”
“What are you planning to do?” he hisses as I bolt for the stairs.
“It’s no fun if I tell you!” I say, my feet carrying me two steps at a time.
I’m pissed, livid, angry beyond description. I want to throttle Flynn, slap him in the face, kick him in the gut, twist his balls until he begs for mercy. I also want to brush my finger down his face, taste his mouth, and get on my knees for him.
I’m a complicated person. All I know is I have a list a mile long of things to say to him, and I’m done wallowing, done questioning what’s wrong with me.
No matter the outcome, I want to hear from his own damn mouth what happened.
Chapter 27
Flynn
“Nope. Not a fucking chance!” Brooks lifts his arms over his head.
“Just until Simon’s tail heals,” Wren begs. “Two days, a week tops.”
“No way. Have him boarded.”
“The vet won’t take him. He gets all the other animals riled up.”
“Because he’s got a filthy mouth. Finnegan is a sailor and he doesn’t cuss that much,” Brooks continues, refusing to take the handle of the cage.
“My dad is a fisherman, not a fucking sailor,” Finn chimes in.
“Hey, man,” Wren says, switching gears and turning to Deacon.
The boss man doesn’t even look up from his tablet. “You know better.”
I narrow my eyes when he glances at me. With the mood I’ve been in, he doesn’t make it another step before turning toward Gaige.
“I’m allergic,” our acquisitions expert reminds him.
He’s not, but Wren has believed the lie for over a year.
“What exactly happened?” Deacon asks, knowing we’re all curious, but not wanting to open ourselves up for babysitting the foul-mouthed bird.
“The other day Whitney and I were… talking… and all of a sudden there was this crash—”
“Miss! Please!” Our heads snap toward reception to find Pam scurrying after…
“Remi?” I stand from the table, growling when Ignacio intercepts me, grabbing her hand and pressing his Latin lover lips to the top.
“Yeah, yeah,” she says pulling it away and patting his cheek like a granny would their grandchild. “We’ll chat later. I have things to say.”
Like a grand moment, Ignacio sweeps his arm out, body bent low in my direction.
She hasn’t even opened her mouth to speak with me, and Finnegan and Brooks are chuckling.
God, she’s beautiful. Has her skin always been so smooth and flawless? My eyes dart to her belly. Is she here—no, no, it’s too soon to know, right?
“Don’t even,” she snaps, the tip of her pointer finger digging into my chest.
I wonder what her reaction would be if I lifted her from the ground and made her wrap her strong legs around my waist. If Wren and Deacon can dry hump their women in the office—
She’s not mine, I remind myself, looking over her shoulder thinking I’ll see Reginald from Security Plus huffing in after her.
She’s angry—pissed would probably be a better word—but the sight of her angry eyes makes my cock throb in my slacks.
“Who raised you?” She doesn’t give me a chance to open my mouth. “Whoever it was should be ashamed.”
Did she just insult my amazing parents?
“Good men don’t sleep with someone and bolt without so much as a whisper goodbye.”
The guys begin to chatter behind me.
“Taking off from mediocre sex is tacky, Flynn Coleman. Were you ashamed of your performance?”
Ignacio snorts a laugh, drawing her attention for the briefest of seconds. Her cheeks heat, turning bright red in seconds, but I can see the determination in her eyes. She may regret it, but she isn’t going to back down. I hurt her, and she’s here to get a pound of flesh and take a little power back for herself.
“It happens,” she continues, fueled by the attention she’s garnering from everyone in the room. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. They have medicine—”
“Bless your heart,” Pam whispers.
I see red. I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder just like I did that night by the pool, only this time she fights me all the way down the hall to my office and is still struggling to get away when I attempt to set her back on her feet.
I swat her ass, but it only ramps up her anger. “Put me down!”
“I’m trying. If you don’t stop kicking, you’re going to end up kicking me in the nuts.”
“Might as well get it out of the way! It’s at the top of my list of things to do while in St. Louis.”