Four Letter Word (Dirty Deeds #1) Read Online J. Daniels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Chick Lit, Contemporary, Erotic, Funny, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Dirty Deeds Series by J. Daniels
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Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 147136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 736(@200wpm)___ 589(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
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Lots of things.

Tickling butterfly wings and a runaway heartbeat. Goose-bump-giving thoughts and toe-curling desires.

I felt them all the time.

I was scared Tori would tell me it was too much, too soon, too fast.

I was scared I’d start believing her.

I was scared she’d be right.

So I confided in coffee mugs and my bedroom ceiling, her favorite Christmas quilt wrapped around me and my shower-fogged reflection.

And now Stitch.

I had no idea what his thoughts were on the matter, but his silence didn’t bother me. It just felt good telling someone.

Anyone.

Stitch would do for now. Maybe in a month I’d feel better about telling Tori.

And maybe she wouldn’t hate me for keeping it from her.

Maybe.

God, I really hoped she wouldn’t hate me.

Guilt, I was feeling it. And I was feeling it hard, which led me to spending my day off cleaning Tori’s house from top to bottom, set on making it sparkle. I even cleaned the oven, got a little dizzy from the fumes and had to sit for a minute and regroup myself, then heard the buzzer go off on the dryer and went about folding a mix of our clothes.

I was being stupid. I knew deep down cleaning wouldn’t help me feel better about keeping my secret from Tori, but it did distract me and I appreciated the distraction.

It also wore me out.

By four thirty I was slumped on one arm of the couch in my cleaning sweats and baggy tee, my hair a hot tangled mess and my eyes closed as I curled into the soft leather cushion.

The front door swung open, hinges creaking.

I peeked my eye open and watched Tori do a little spin and hip shimmy in the entryway after closing the door, find my one eye peeking and lock on to it, smile big, then continue popping her hips as she threw her hands into the air and swayed them like trees blowing in the wind.

Someone was in a good mood.

“Good lunch with your dad?” I asked, popping my other eye open and lifting my chin to see her better over the armrest.

“Good? No. Great lunch. Check it out.”

She stopped dancing and pulled something white and rectangular out of her back jeans pocket, held it out in front of her as she closed the gap between us, doing this while sliding her fingers smoothly, separating the objects and displaying two of whatever it was as she came to a stop in front of the couch.

I stared at the objects, not getting what I was supposed to be checking out, then lifted my gaze to hers.

“What’s that?”

She smiled, slow and devilish with wine-colored lips.

“Get up, get in the shower, and put yourself in something fierce, hon, because you and me are spending the night with”—she turned the objects around and thrust them in my face, yelling—“GAGA!”

I sucked in a breath and sat up, blinking between her and the tickets in her hand.

“What?” I asked, my breath hitching excitedly. “You got us tickets to see Lady Gaga? Where?”

“The Pier,” Tori stated casually, handing me a ticket and fanning herself with the other. “They sold out in eight minutes, but Daddy pulled some strings for his little princess. Surprised me with them at lunch today. He’s the best.”

I couldn’t begin to think how much these probably cost Mr. Rivera. I knew he had connections, but Gaga connections?

Holy shit!

“This is awesome!” I leaped off the couch, tugging the waistband of my sweats when they started sliding down, and stood in front of Tori after she took a step back. “How much do I owe him for this? Oh, my God. I can’t believe we get to see her! We’re her little monsters!”

“Yeah, we are!”

“No, but seriously.” I touched her arm. “How much were these? I don’t want your dad paying for me.”

Tori waved her ticket in the air dismissively.

“It’s on him. He said he’s proud of you for staying so strong right now and finding your happiness. I filled him in the other day on the phone.”

I pulled my lips between my teeth, fighting tears.

God …

Sweetest man ever.

And the closest thing I’d ever had to a father.

Tori shook her head at my reaction, then leaned in so we were touching foreheads.

“You’re his other princess, hon. You know that.”

“I know,” I whispered, thinking back to my thirteenth birthday party, which Tori’s parents threw for me, renting out a hall and hiring a DJ and caterer, going all out for their daughter’s new best friend when they didn’t have to and filling that room with so much love I forgot why my own mother hadn’t done a thing for me that day.

She was off finding her peace over Barrett. Peace she didn’t think included me.

Thank God for Tori and her family.

Thank. God.

Breathing deep and shaking off all sad thoughts right now, because this moment was seriously kicking ass and I wanted it to continue kicking ass, I pulled back an inch and slowly lifted my ticket between us, smiling brightly around it.


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