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)
“Aha, you’re too perfect, you bastard. What deep, dark secrets are you hiding?” He rolled his damn eyes at me and came close to losing his life.
“What, pray tell, are you on about now?”
“On about? On about? I’ll tell you what I’m on about, sneaky mcsneaky.” Think fast, Alyssa, before he makes you look crazy. There has to be something I can throw out at him to make my point, which is that I am right.
‘On second thought, I don’t have to tell you.” I went back to my pout because that’s all I had. He had the nerve to turn my face toward him and look into my eyes like he knew me well enough to read them. Ooh, that pissed me off.
GARRETT
Ah, I get it. It must be that time of the month. I’ll have to get her that chocolate she likes and hope to hell I find the ice cream that is her favorite flavor and flowers, I can’t forget the flowers. I had this shit practically memorized, but for the life of me couldn’t remember all of it now.
I should’ve taken notes. You see, her brothers and their wives had tried to warn me about certain things to look for in order to exist in this one’s orbit. I’d laughed it off at the time, but none of them had joined in my laughter, and though I knew that they knew her best, I thought they were entirely full of shit. Now I’m not so sure.
She was sitting on my lap, having one of her fits, but at least it was better than her crying and shaking. I could go the rest of my life without having that experience again.
I’m not in the habit of feeling helpless, but since meeting her, I’ve felt that way a time or two and I can’t say that I’m a fan. She sat there stewing with her nose in the air and giving me dirty looks every few seconds.
I didn’t bother asking her what the hell was wrong again because I knew she would tell me when she was ready. I gazed off into the distance and waited her out.
She’d already dragged me all over the place to visit the filming sites for that stupid movie series, bought half the memorabilia they had on offer, and clapped like a child in excitement at every new discovery.
I think if she could live in the Hobbit house, she would, so now I’m on the hunt for something similar. So far, middle earth seems more like Britain than this place, but I wasn’t going to tell her that shit because she’s fanatic.
“Asshole jerk.” Her outburst brought me back to the present.
“What is it that I have done now?” I kept my voice soft and even.
“You made me fall in love with you.”
Her words went through me like something slow and sweet, and I felt that fluttering in my chest again. I wrapped my arms around her and held her closer while taking it all the feels.
I tried to hide my pleasure at her outburst so that she didn’t lose her damn mind again, but it was no use.
“Oh, you like that, do you. Well, it sucks to be you, jackass, because now you’re stuck with me for life.”
“Can you, at least this once, react like a normal rational being?”
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you? This is what happens when you stick your dick in crazy.”
“At least you know yourself.”
“I’m gonna tell your Mom.”
Did I mention that the people who raised me from birth are now convinced that I am the harbinger and orchestrator of all her woes? If her heart wasn’t as pure as it is twisted, I would believe that she is some psyop sent by the enemy to disrupt my otherwise peaceful existence.
I have no doubt that she would have no problem fabricating some story to get my mother to yell at me again. She and my sister had ripped into me for allowing someone to make her feel unwelcome.
When I confronted her about it, she simply showed me the conversation in the group chat, which I have to admit didn’t show her calling anyone out, but she and I both knew who she was referring to, and it didn’t take much for my Mom and sister to draw the same conclusion.
They had both gone on to assure her that she would, in fact, be welcomed into our circles with open arms, and Mom is now in the process of planning some soiree that I am absolutely certain this one had talked her into without coming right out and saying it. And she calls me sneaky.
“We should celebrate.” I turned her around on my lap to straddle me and tugged at her bikini top.
“Celebrate how?” Oh, I’m sure she had a pretty good idea since she was the one who leaned in close to feed me her nipple.