Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Now that the last of my shopping is done, I make my way out of Dior and casually walk past the Fossil store where Rina Cahill is working today. Aubrey prattles on about her mom in my ear, and I listen like a dutiful boyfriend, but my attention is admittedly split.
Rina is a boring-looking girl with a forgettable face and an unremarkable presence. Admittedly, I’m a little biased since I came into my impression of her already knowing she’s the hack poet who wrote that bullshit about Aubrey, but honestly, seeing how entirely unspecial she is, I’m not surprised she has nothing better to do than sit around writing mean shit about people she doesn’t even know on the internet.
She should’ve kept her criticisms to celebrities who will never know or care who she is, and she should have left Aubrey’s ass out of it.
Her shift isn’t over, apparently, so I dip into a nearby store to buy Aubrey a new bikini for our date tonight. I find a skimpy one. It looks more like a bra and panty set with clear mesh above the crotch so I can see more of her skin while still covering up the best bits, solid black on top with a cute little bow in the center.
Rina’s still working when I walk by again, so I stop into another store and grab a pair of heels with a black and white polka dot bow for Aubrey to wear with the bikini. She’ll be fucking gorgeous dressed like this. She’d never dress herself this way, but she’s more modest than she needs to be. She has a beautiful figure, she just needs a confidence boost.
She’ll look like a Playboy bunny by my pool tonight, and I can’t wait.
At long fucking last, I walk by and see Rina grabbing her purse. I followed her to work this morning, so I know right where she’s parked and made sure to park nearby myself.
I put my shopping bags in the empty passenger seat and turn on my car. Rina mindlessly navigates out of her spot and starts down the row toward the stop sign.
My phone dings—not my phone, but the burner in my cupholder. I grab it to see a new message from Rina. “Almost there” she typed with a smiley.
“Can’t wait to see you,” I type back.
“Can’t wait to see you more,” she responds.
Ugh, she can’t even come up with her own words. Some poet she is.
My actual phone buzzes again. When we hung up, I told Aubrey to text me when they were heading back to the plane. This is that text. I grab my phone, tapping talk to text and say, “Have a safe flight, beautiful. Can’t wait for tonight.”
I follow Rina to the park where we agreed to meet up. The sun is about to set, so it’ll be dark soon.
“You’re late,” she teases via text. “I’m waiting for you on the bench by the water.”
“You better not be wearing panties,” I tell her.
“I’m a good listener,” she says with another smiley face.
“Is there anyone around?” I ask her.
“No,” she answers. “It’ll just be us.”
“Fantastic. Now, be a good girl and take off your bra, too. Put it on the bench next to you. I want it waiting for me when I get there.”
“God you’re hot,” she tells me.
I snort, grabbing my regular phone and turning it off. I stash it in the glove compartment, grab a pair of black leather gloves, and pull up my hood.
“Are you wet for me, pretty girl?”
“God yes,” she answers.
“Good. That’s how I want you and I don’t like to be disappointed.”
“I would never disappoint you,” she promises.
Before I put the gloves on, I text her one more time. “If there’s still no one around, get on your hands and knees with your forehead pressed against the bench. I want your ass in the air, your pussy exposed when I come over so I can play with it. I want you to come for me before you even see my face. If you’re not waiting for me in position like a good little slut, there will be consequences.”
With that, I pull on the leather gloves, grab the nail gun from Dad’s construction site out of the passenger side floorboard, and go to meet my date.
Chapter thirty-three
Aubrey
When we disembark from the plane, I’m grinning from ear to ear.
I haven’t felt this happy in a long time.
Dare is waiting for me, leaning on the hood of his car. He smiles when he sees me, and I run into his arms, throwing mine around his neck and kissing him like we’re in the end scene of a rom-com.
Smiling warmly and kissing my lips, he secures his arms around my waist. “I missed you, too.”
“Today was the best day,” I tell him, unable to keep the happiness from bursting out of me.