Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
I screamed and pushed my ass back while spreading my legs open wider, even though I wanted to close them tight the next second to keep him trapped inside me. I grunted, which sounded like a trapped beaver, and let him take me to the stars again before slumping against the bathroom counter.
“Dammit, now I have to shower again.”
“No, you don’t. I like you nice and wet with my cum inside you.” I started to argue, but he just kicked my shorts out of the way, lifted me over his shoulder, and headed for the bedroom and bed.
I don’t know what his deal is with carting me around like a sack a something. I think he’s trying to make fun of my size. “Put me down, you mook.” I thought for sure he was going to drop me on the bed or tackle me or something, but no, he laid me down gently and tucked me in.
“I’m not sleepy.” I wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed his cheek before sliding out from under the covers to grab my phone from the bedside table. I have no idea what time it was back home and I wasn’t about to get out of bed to retrieve my watch.
It didn’t matter anyway. I scrolled through the apps on my screen until I found the latest one. The little beacon was Helen’s car. I had my new friend Jackie, one of Garrett’s team members, tag her car earlier.
I don’t know what Garrett has going on or how he’s keeping tabs on her, but that’s his deal. He didn’t seem too jazzed about the raccoon idea, which means I’ll have to keep the more sinister parts of my scheme hidden from his yellow-belly ass.
Where the hell is she? I guess she didn’t want anyone to notice her hanging out in the parking lot of the Piggly Wiggly all day, so she’d moved to someplace near the woods. I’m not sure how long she’d been there, but it had to be about eleven at night the next day here, so it was six o’clock yesterday there. What the fuck did I just say?
What asshole male came up with that shit? Whatever! Since it’s morning, she should be on the move soon. I know for a fact she hasn’t eaten anything but peppermints she found in her purse earlier and lukewarm water she’d found in her console. That’s for all the times she’d starved me while feeding her kid in front of me and then lying to Dad that I didn’t like what she’d made.
She has no money, and if Jackie had done her job, her car was about to run out of gas. I hope that shit breaks down in the middle of the highway doing ninety with no one else around. Then again, that’s too easy.
I sent Jackie a quick text that she’d get when she woke up. Just a quick reminder to let the air out of her tires at some point today. Helen does not do well under pressure, this much I know. As this shit builds up over the next few days, she’s going to lose her shit; and then I’ll strike.
I went over the forum to see how things there were going, and there was a dead heat between her and two other husband stealing heifers as to who the post was about. There was even mention of Dad’s house being condemned. “Oh, look, honey, we made the local news.”
“What?”
“Dad’s house. The local community boards are talking about it.” Now, how can I turn this on her? Hmm, let’s see. ‘Which bed-hopping husband-stealing wench is so envious of her stepdaughter getting married that she had her husband’s home condemned out of spite?’
There, now, there’s no more need to guess and wonder. Connect the dots people and go to town. If I know these women, her ass will be ostracized before sunrise. There’s going to be a feeding frenzy like sharks scenting blood.
All the women she’d snubbed and wronged, all the people who were just waiting for a chance to topple her, are going to come out swinging. It takes a village.
I rubbed my hands together and switched gears. Now it was time to see how Denny and Lacey were doing after the video drop. Oh, good grief, the memes. People can be so vicious. There were more small dick memes than I knew existed floating around on that page.
Well, lookie here, looks like Lacey got around. Her business was all over the place. Both of them were fighting for their lives in the comments section and not doing too well. My favorite was, ‘How the hell could you fuck her when you had someone like Alyssa willing to marry you? Are you dumb?’
I enjoyed all the boys talking about how they wish I could’ve been their girl. There was a whole other thread about my wedding and my new hubby. These people are better investigators than the Daily Mail; they knew everything there was to know about Garrett. At least everything that was available online, which wasn’t much.