Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Hey asshole,” Bruce waves his hands in front of my face. “Seriously. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
The last thing I want to do is tell my brother about Angie because Bruce is a competitive motherfucker, almost to a fault. Even worse, women are his number one vice, and when it comes to dating and sex, he has no morals. As a result, he would have no qualms calling City Girls and requesting Angela, just to get a taste of her himself.
Instead of answering, I stand and walk over to the door and open it. “I need to make a private call,” is my curt reply.
Bruce stares at me and them at the door I’m holding open, his eyebrows raised in question. “You’re kicking me out? Really?”
“Yeah. I’ll stop by once I’m done with my call.” My kid brother rolls his eyes but I merely shrug. “Now’s not a good time. Now if you don’t mind, I need to make that call.”
But my brother is a grade-A asshole, and instead of departing, he shoots me a sly smile.
“What’s the call about? Is it about a woman?”
I squint at him. Obviously, there’s no phone call. I just want him to get out. Struggling to remain calm, I press my mouth into a thin line, doing my best to keep my expression from showing any signs of emotion. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. Now get out.”
He laughs. “Now I know I’m right. So is she a good lay?”
I stare at him.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Of course she is,” Bruce says to himself. “Why would you be so obsessed if she were a bad lay?”
I grunt angrily and close the door. It’s clear my brother has no intentions of leaving as I’ve asked. He’s like a dog with a bone, and isn’t going to let this go. “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?” I stalk back around my desk and sit down.
Bruce laughs. “I wouldn’t have to be a pain in the ass if you’d just come clean and tell me about the girl who has you wrapped around her finger. I mean, seriously, big bro. You’re like a fucking cow with moony eyes and a constant boner.”
I blow out a long breath. “I don’t have a girlfriend, but there is a woman. She’s different. She’s sexy, innocent, and sweet, and yeah, she made me come like a tornado.”
Bruce whistles, impressed. “So a lady in the streets, but a freak in the sheets, huh? How long has this mystery woman been bouncing on your dick, may I ask?”
I ignore his rude comment because that’s my brother for you. Besides, I’m not totally sure that Angela’s a lady just yet. My sixth sense tells me that she wasn’t lying when she said she’s not a professional escort, but I could be wrong.
“About a week. But yeah, she made me come so hard I couldn’t remember my own name, it was that good.”
My brother nods, impressed.
“Shit. I think I need to meet this lady.”
I pin him with my stare. “Not going to happen.” Suddenly, panic overtakes my form because what if Bruce really does call City Girls to request a date with Angela? Then I remember that I haven’t revealed her name, or how I met her, and vow not to.
Meanwhile, Bruce sits back.
“Whoa whoa whoa. Don’t worry, big bro, I wouldn’t steal a woman from you, although we both know she’d love to get a taste of me. I’m an asshole, but I can tell this girl is different.”
I smirk.
“Oh really? Because you’re clairvoyant?”
Bruce merely shrugs. “Fuck yeah. You should see your face when you were talking about her just now. You’re in deep, even if you aren’t ready to admit it.”
Holy shit, is he right? But it’s only been a week, and Angela and I only met once. Damn, we didn’t even really interact. I just fucked her as she moaned with pleasure, but it was so good that I can’t get her out of my mind. I have to see the curvy girl again.
Yet, I know Angie was more than a fun roll in the hay. There was the way she wasn’t ashamed to eat in front of all the other women in the viewing room. Oh, and that attitude of hers when she went off about not being a prostitute. There was a fire in the woman I’ve never seen before, and I liked it a lot. And right now, I should be working, but I can’t focus because all I want to do is line up another date with the saucy woman, and not just one about sex. I want a real date where we talk, and we get to know each other. Holy fuck, have I gone off the deep end?
Meanwhile, Bruce is still watching me with a smirk on his handsome features.