Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“But Brooke thinks he’s going to sell me on the black market or some shit.”
My eyes flicker to Brooke. “What? Why?”
“He wants her to have a threesome.”
My eyes go back to Jolie. “Didn’t you do that already? You were talking about that last week.”
“No.” Brooke smiles sweetly. “He’s saving her for his buddy back home. Isn’t he so thoughtful?”
I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out.
Yuck.
“So, this fool,” Brooke sneers, “is actually considering going to another country with a man she hardly knows so that he can share her with his friends. Where she doesn’t speak the language, and has no idea who he is or what the laws of possession are.”
“You don’t know him!” Jolie cries.
“I don’t think I want to,” I reply. “Jo, you can’t be seriously considering this.”
“Why not?”
“It’s fucking dangerous. I’m with Brooke; you have no idea what he’s into. He could be a sex trafficker and his job is to come to the states to bring pretty girls back home.”
“He’s not, and you two have read too many dark romance books. That shit doesn’t happen for real.”
“You don’t know that.” Brooke scoffs. “Seriously, you are killing me. You can’t be this stupid?”
“Well, I want to go.” Jolie huffs. “I’ve always wanted to travel, and it’s only one week. He’s going to take me to San Sebastian.”
“To probably kill you,” Brooke mutters under her breath. “He might make snuff movies or some shit.”
Jolie rolls her eyes, and I chuckle. “Jeez, your story makes mine sound tame.”
“Why?” Jolie sighs uninterested. “What’s happening with you?”
It feels good to be with my friends. I’ve been building up all this stress and I’m bursting to vent about it.
“I’m going to tell you bitches everything, and I want your support and understanding because my head is about to explode.”
“Fire away,” Jolie does a little wave to the server. “It will take my mind off of sex trafficking.”
I giggle. “Well, to start with, there is a chick at Nathan’s work who sucked his dick,” I blurt out in a rush.
“What?” they both gasp and sit forward in their seats.
“She wants him and she’s beautiful. She’s also a doctor.”
“What the hell?” Brooke whispers. “Everyone fucking wants him.”
“Oh, you don’t know the half of it. While on my conference last week, guess who I met.”
“Who?” They both frown.
“A guy who used to go out with Nathan.”
Brooke’s eyes widen. “Oh, hell.”
Jolie cringes. “Is it weird meeting guys he’s been with?”
“It’s weird meeting anyone your partner’s been with.” I huff. “And now I find out that Robert is calling him all the time.”
“Who’s Robert?” Brooke frowns.
“His ex,” Jolie and I both say in tandem. Jolie has met Robert a few times. She doesn’t know him well but she knows who he is.
“God.” Brooke sighs. “So, who’s the girl? I thought he’s never been with a woman before you?”
“Well,” I whisper. “Where do I start?”
The waitress arrives with our new bottle of wine. Jolie takes the bottle from her and refills our glasses. “At the very beginning.”
Nathan
I walk into the cocktail bar just around 11:00 p.m.
Eliza hasn’t called me so I’m assuming she wants me to just show up.
I see the girls sitting at a high table. Eliza waves in an unexaggerated way, and I smile. She’s well on her way to being drunk. As I get closer, I can see that they all are.
“Hey, there.” Eliza smiles as she slides her hands around my waist, under my jacket. I lean and kiss her lips, and then look up to the girls. It looks like I’m forgiven. “Hi.”
The girls both smile. “Hi, Nathe.”
Brooke puts her hands over her eyes. “You two are actually together. I mean, I knew it, but I haven’t seen it with my own eyes until now.”
Eliza smiles as she leans into me, and I hold her tight. She’s so cuddly and affectionate when she drinks.
“I’m finishing my drink, and then we’ll go home.” She smiles up at me.
“Okay.”
“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” she says.
“I’m coming,” Brooke says. She jumps from her stool, and they toddle off arm in arm, leaving me to sit down. I pick up Eliza’s margarita and take a sip.
Jolie’s eyes hold mine as if she has something on her mind.
I raise my eyebrow at Jolie. “What’s that look for?”
“How’s this going to go, Nathan?” she slurs. She’s a lot drunker than she looks.
“How’s what going to go?”
“Eliza’s heart.”
I bite my lip as I try to hold my tongue. Jolie winds me up on the best of days. “You don’t need to worry about Eliza’s heart, Jolie.”
“Don’t I?”
I glare at her. My fury begins to boil.
“Your ex-boyfriend told her at her conference that you’re just looking for a uterus. Is that true?”
“What the hell does that mean?” I snap.
“What are you planning? Give her five years and three kids, and then go back to your ex, while your best friend raises your kids alone?”