Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Chapter 12
The problem with trouble is that sometimes they’re good kissers.
-Kayla’s secret thoughts
Kayla
“No,” I shook my head. “I refuse.”
“Come on,” Janie said. “Please? They love you!”
I shook my head in the negative. “They’re god awful. And tomorrow is Saturday. I refuse. They’ll wake me up, and tomorrow is literally the only day that I have that I can sleep in. I’m not doing it.”
I was lonely, though.
Really, really lonely.
After Parker had admitted what he’d done, and who he’d done it to, I’d got up and left.
I mean, I shouldn’t have been surprised. Janie had told me of her suspicions, of course. She’d let me know that Parker was a scary person, and he’d done some really bad things. But I hadn’t believed her.
I believed her now.
Loki had been in my life since I was a young child. And, even more recently, he’d been quite a mentor to me as I looked for my path in life.
Hell, I’d babysat his children for him once with all the other rugrats of the Dixie Wardens MC.
What it all boiled down to was that I had a loyalty to Loki, and I didn’t to Parker.
Meaning I hadn’t talked to Parker in well over three days.
Though, I hadn’t fallen asleep once without thinking about him. And, at some point during the night, he’d gone out of his way to wake me up from my nightmares, despite me walking out on him.
I was still processing what I’d learned, and I wasn’t sure if I could ever be okay with what he’d done.
But, I was trying.
I was also getting nowhere, and I was going crazy over it.
Which had to be why I agreed to the lunacy Janie proposed.
***
I looked at the dogs as I got ready for bed. Then fed first one a rawhide, then the other one.
“Now listen,” I said to them both. “Y’all are going to go to bed. Y’all won’t cry. Y’all won’t wake me up early in the morning. And you won’t do anything that’ll make me hate you. Do you understand?”
The dogs blinked innocently at me, and I could’ve sworn I heard laughing through the wall.
I didn’t need confirmation. I knew exactly what Parker was doing. “Fuck off.”
The laughing got louder, but also sounded more muffled.
I turned around and glared at the drywall, wood, and lack of insulation separating me from that man.
“I know you’re not laughing at me,” I growled.
The laughing turned to guffaws.
“They’re dogs,” he gasped out from between laughing breaths. “How bad can they be?
Obviously, he didn’t know that you weren’t supposed to say stuff like that.
Because my “how bad can it be” turned into “how much worse can it get?” And I had my fucking Roomba to thank for it.
I thought I was hot shit ordering that bitch on Black Friday for a hundred bucks. Seeing as I hated freakin’ anything that had to do with cleaning, I thought I won the lottery. The moment I’d gotten home last week I’d set it up to go off every single night at three o’clock in the morning. And seeing as I slept like the dead most of the time, I didn’t see any reason why I shouldn’t do it then. It wouldn’t wake me up, that was for sure.
It all started out fairly normal. We went to bed, the dogs on the floor, and everything was great. I fell asleep to the dogs chewing their rawhides.
I woke up to a living hell.
At first, I wasn’t too sure what it was that woke me, but it didn’t take long for me to recognize the problem.
Poop.
Dog poop.
And lots of it if the smell was anything to go by.
Fuck!
I sat up in bed, flipped on the light, and started looking.
At first, I didn’t see anything.
I mean, honestly, I only had a one-bedroom apartment. And I could see the entire living room and three-quarters of the kitchen.
I had dark brown wood floors.
My eyes swept over my Roomba, then continued to search.
The longer I looked, the more the sleep cleared from my eyes until suddenly, I saw it.
The floor was covered in it. And my Roomba was slowly tracking it all over the floor as it covered every single available inch of my eight-hundred-square-foot apartment.
Horror struck my brain at the same time I shrieked.
The dogs, who both looked at me innocently, sat up at my yell.
“What the fuck?” Parker called through the wall. “What are you fucking screaming about at three o’clock in the morning?”
I felt my anger rise.
Blindly I reached for my phone, but something on the cord caught my eye. Poop. On my iPhone cord.
I unplugged it, laid it gently back to where it wasn’t touching my bed, and called Janie.
She answered sleepily.
“Hello?”
“You have exactly twenty minutes to get over here and clean this up, or I will never speak to you again,” I said irately into the phone.