Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
She offers him a small smile, then turns away from him.
“Business first,” Barry says to me. “If you will excuse us, Lottie, your father is over near table one.” Barry nods for me to follow him, and when I do, I turn around to see her not moving. Looking where her eyes are currently affixed, I stop.
“Man, come on,” Barry says, noticing I’ve stopped.
“Can’t.” I turn back just as the dude from the bar reaches her. Her smile is big. Overly large. I haven’t had a smile like that from her, ever. Shane reaches for her hand, kisses it on one side, and offers her a crooked smile. I should be the bigger man and let her go. Let her have a chance to actually fall in love.
But I’m a cruel son of a bitch, and I don’t want to share.
Not yet anyway.
Shane drops her hand as I walk up behind her. Lottie doesn’t notice me, but he does. He straightens and the smirk that he held for her drops too. He doesn’t know me, but when I touch Lottie’s back, he gets the message, and she flinches at my touch.
“The husband?” Shane asks, looking back to Lottie.
Who now looks angry, and it’s mixed with sadness.
“The husband indeed, and you are?” Shane offers me his hand, but I don’t take it.
“Shane. You got a keeper here, man. And a fine bartender at that.” He nods to Lottie, and when he does, she blushes and then smiles, and it touches her eyes.
“I know I do. But I’m sure anyone can pour a drink.”
Shane looks at me in surprise.
My hand stays put on Lottie’s back, and I can feel that she stops breathing.
“Lottie, you remember what I said.”
She nods, and Shane winks as he walks away. She pushes away from my hand, so I am no longer touching her.
“Was that the part where he would want to fuck a married woman?”
Lottie looks everywhere around the room before she speaks. Her eyes are angry, fiery, but a fake smile stays in place. Perfect.
“He still wants me. Yet I’m married to you and can’t even get a reaction out of you. Well not one that I should be getting from my husband.” She turns, then looks back to me. “And if you degrade what I do for a living again, I’ll make you regret you ever opened your overly large mouth. Asshole.” Then she walks off over to her parents. Her father greets her as if she isn’t his daughter but a business venture. Her mother kisses each cheek, but not once does she touch her. It’s the fakest family I have ever seen. And that’s saying a lot living where I live.
“Man, you spoke to Shane. Holy shit. He’s an amazing drummer, the best actually.”
“That might be, but he’s a dick, and I may very well bury him ten feet under the fucking ground if he goes near her again.” Barry shakes his head. “You can’t kill the drummer,” Barry says, making me turn to face him.
“So, you want to fuck my wife as well?” I ask.
“What?” He looks at me, puzzled. “I mean, if she’s offering.”
I shake my head when he laughs.
“Shane wants to fuck your wife. Well shit! Shane usually gets what he wants.”
We both turn to look at her and watch as she checks around and then she spots Shane. Her smile is back in place, and we watch as he winks at her.
“You’re fucked. I’m not even gay, and I would fuck Shane.” Barry laughs.
“That shit’s not helping, maybe I’ll break his legs tonight so he will stop eye fucking her.”
“What do you mean, you idiot. You moved on. You said you didn’t want her. That’s why you haven’t seen her for well over a month, right? Clean break. That’s what you said.” He repeats my words right back to me.
“Maybe I was out of line.”
“No. No way. Leave her be, man. You’ve already fucked with her enough.”
He’s right, but my head is telling me to take her. I want her, there’s no denying that fact at all.
“No can do.” Walking back over, her eyes fall to mine, and she looks away. She’s been caught, and she knows it. Looking his way, I see Shane watching us.
I place my hand on her back again as I lean down to whisper in her ear. “We can fuck, and I’ll make you forget all about him. After, I’ll go and break his legs.”
Oh, my god. The look to kill. The pure venom, it’s leaching out of her. She wants to swear at me, I know she does. Actually, I think if that perfectly perfect persona wasn’t firmly in place she would reach out and head-butt me into the middle of next week.
But her father speaks, “Whiskey, so good to see you. Let me introduce you to some friends.” Her father waves at me to follow.