Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
I wiggled my toes and looked at the hole that was in one sock, right above my middle toe, and winced.
Today hadn’t been about looking sexy.
I was tired, exhausted, and had TJ’s two-month checkup—which was why I was off of work at all.
Today’s visit to Hail Auto Recovery had been about telling Travis how TJ had practically bounded to the top of the growth and height charts at the doctors, and it had turned into this.
Not that I wasn’t happy with where it had gone, because I sure as hell was. And so was my vagina.
But damn, if I’d known, I would’ve worn something sexier than what I had.
Speaking of clothes, my shirt smacked me in my face, and my yoga pants hit me somewhere below the waist and fell to my feet.
I glared at the man that’d thrown them at me, and reached down to snap my bra back into place.
That was when I saw the mess that I’d made.
Well, fuck.
There was breast milk all over my chest, and still leaking out, might I add.
But, with nothing else to do, I closed the bra anyway, thankful that I had those little cup things in that caught all the overflow, and shrugged into my shirt.
I was just reaching for my panties that were tangled in my pants when the door was pushed open.
“I’m tired of waiting, Travis Hail.”
I froze behind Travis’ desk, so very thankful that it was one of those huge ones that blocked everything—otherwise The Devil—also known as Travis’ ex-wife—would’ve gotten more than she bargained for.
Here we go.
Travis’ words were about to be put to the test a lot sooner than he’d thought.
The moment that her eyes came to a rest on me, I dropped my hands in hopes of hiding my nearly naked state.
“Hello, Allegra.” I smiled, wondering if my hair was a mess.
It probably was.
It hadn’t been all that great to begin with thanks to the fact that my straightener pooped out that morning. In my hurry to get out the door, I’d thrown it up into a braid and called it done.
I could feel wisps around my face, and I knew that I looked a little unkempt.
Hopefully, though, I didn’t look sexed up like I was feeling.
Then I started to worry.
The room had to smell like sex. Jizz had a distinct smell, and sometimes so did a vagina.
But then I remembered the fan that was in the corner of the room, always running.
Travis couldn’t function without a fan—something about him hating stale, stagnant air.
When I’d gone to ask him about always having one pointed at him, he’d only shrugged saying that it was a comfort thing. However, thanks to whatever phobia he wouldn’t talk about, I knew that the room wouldn’t smell too bad.
“Shouldn’t you be at work?” she hissed.
My brows rose, and I decided to take a seat in the chair and scoot up underneath the desk just in case she came any further into the room. If she did, she’d see that I wasn’t currently wearing pants, and I wasn’t sure how that would go down due to how much Allegra already disliked me.
“Allegra.”
Travis’ words had a bite to them that I’d never heard him use with her before.
I kinda liked it!
“Well, you’re the asshole that invited me here. How about you tell me why you called?” She dismissed me completely, not bothering to wait for me to answer her.
Travis, who I now saw, was completely dressed.
Guess that was a plus to our hurried frenzy moments earlier.
Thank God.
“Actually, I called to tell you that we needed to talk about the visitation schedule coming up,” he said. “With summer coming, I’d like to discuss taking Alex for a full month stretch. Allowing you to have her the complete month of July. I want to go camping in the RV with my parents, and I’d really like to take her with me.”
I’d get up and leave if I wouldn’t draw attention to myself. I was fairly positive Allegra would notice that I was half naked.
Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that I was now dripping with him.
“Absolutely not,” Allegra growled. “She will not spend a month straight with you. There’s no telling how she’ll act when she comes back from that.”
Or how much better she’ll act, but who was I to say anything?
“I heard that your father will be leaving for Europe in July. You were wanting to go with him.”
Allegra didn’t say anything to that.
“You’re not allowed to take her out of the state without my permission,” Travis continued on. “And I won’t be giving that if you don’t allow me to have her for the full month that we’re camping.”
Allegra looked like she’d stuck her tongue into something vile.
“Will she be there?”
Allegra’s words were curt, and I wanted to throat punch her.
“No,” I denied. “I need to work to pay my bills. I can’t just take a month off,” I snapped, hating her with every freakin’ ounce of my body.