Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Skittles laughs. “That was Kelex. He’s in the car with me. He’s right though. Although, I would have added that he could choke on those drinks and his boys’ dicks since that’s the only action he’ll get for the weekend.”
“Um, I’m not you. I would never say something like that. Hi, Kelex. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Hey, sweetheart. If you look as gorgeous as you sound. It’s totally his loss. I’m six-two. I always find taller women sexy. Own that shit, baby girl. Hold your head high and own that shit. Never let anyone take that from you.”
“Oh, hell nah. You keep that slick-ass mouth to yourself. This is my baby cousin. I’m not having it, Kelex. Shawnnie, he’s right though.
“They don’t make ugly or unattractive genes in our family. Your mom was a pageant queen. You’re as tall and beautiful as she is. Maybe you should stop hiding behind the camera and let it show you what we see.”
Shawna sighs through the line. “That’s so easy for you to say. You’ve never been called the Jolly Green Giant. Your locker was never broken into, so the other girls could replace your basketball shorts and jersey with ones that were two sizes too small. After removing all your clothes.”
“Sometimes, I wish we were in the same grade. I wish they would have tried all that with you while I was there. Shawnnie, one of these days, you’re going to stop letting people shit on you. I hope I have a front-row seat because if they all knew what I know…”
“We’re not the same.”
“But you’re no one’s chump. Period. You’re amazing. Try to enjoy yourself, hon. If you have any problems you need me to handle, you call. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she replies. Then in a shy tone, she says. “Thanks, Kelex. Nice talking to you.”
She hangs up and Skittles punches me in the arm. “Don’t be flirting with my cousin. She’s not ready for a guy like you.”
“Trust me, I’m not ready for anything more than some dry humping.”
She pulls into her driveway and turns to me with a gasp. “You still haven’t had sex?”
I look away as my chest starts to become tight again. I reach for the handle to get out.
“Kelex?” she says softly.
“No, I’m not ready.”
Chapter 9
Pappoús
Kelex
A month later…
I’m in a shit mood because of this man sitting before me. My father thinks I’m making this trip for business when it’s anything but. I wish I could slap the smug look off his face.
“Everything will be fine when you get to Crete,” he says as we sit at his favorite table at the country club, the waitress he’s been fucking brings him a drink.
He sips the brown liquor and grimaces. I remain silent. I had planned to make this trip without him knowing. It’s time I finally take a moment to clear my head and spend time with my pappoús.
However, Pappoús called my father to ask about my arrival and Baba took it upon himself to stick his nose in my business.
“You will see. While you are there, you can take time to meet up with your little friend. The model, yes?”
“Yeah,” I murmur.
One of the things that attracted me to Phoebe was that she was Greek. For the past four years, while getting her modeling career going, she’s been traveling back and forth for work.
The distance has worked for me, especially in the last two years. When I asked her if she wanted to hook up, she let me know she was in the States and would fly in with me.
“Good, you spend some time with her and forget about all this other shit. Phoebe is Greek and beautiful. I’m sure she’ll help you to get your head on straight. Get to know her better. She might make for a good wife,” he continues.
Sure, because it’s okay for Phoebe to be a model, but I’m committing a cardinal sin. If only he knew. I’ve gotten to know Phoebe Argyros quite well. I know Phoebe on her knees. My fingers know her pussy, hell, I know her asshole very well—because God forbid we fuck before marriage.
Not that I would marry her. Phoebe wants the world to think she’s a sweet, innocent girl. I call bullshit.
She’s working the business for all she can get, however she can get it. I haven’t fooled myself into thinking this is a love match.
She’s been a whole slut for me as long as I didn’t penetrate her vagina and she could book the same gigs I did. Don’t get me wrong, she’s gorgeous. Her dark hair and hazel eyes complement her olive skin.
We would be a picture-perfect couple, but Phoebe has never given me that feeling. The feeling you get when you’re with the one.
The only feeling I get is that of her wanting to raise to the top of the modeling food chain. I swear, she’d spit back down on me like all the rest if not for the money I already have. My agent, my manager, all the other actors and models I used to run with—they’ve all stopped taking my calls.