Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Please, I’d love that, and put me on the after hours calls, too. I’m only on campus one day a week now, so I’m available.” I put my hands together, literally begging her. Theo wouldn’t even allow me to finish my request when I asked. Okay, fine, I pleaded to work again in the evenings at Four Brothers. I relented easier than I should have when he brought it to my attention that if I were to work nights, he’d never see me, which promptly shut me up. This damn man, he knows what to say when I need to hear it the most. He also has me sinking deeper and deeper in the feelings department. It turns out a rich man in a business suit is my cup of tea when it comes to Theo Goldman. The man looks insanely hot in and out of clothes. “Also, what’s going on, Mal? This place is never out of sorts.” I stand up. May as well kill two birds with one stone. I’m here for the afternoon or until I call Bellamy to ask for a ride, another change Theo and Bellamy were adamant about. I either adhere to the new rules or stay home. It’s ridiculous. Brian is gone, and no one else is after me, not even my mom’s husband, Charles, worries me anymore. The new rule, though, it’s absurd. Bellamy is to give me a ride any- and everywhere—the grocery store, to Mallory’s, to Four Brothers. Oh, not only rides to and from. Nope, I’m to be escorted until I’m safely inside.
“Honey, I’m tired and I’m old. So, please carry on with whatever you want to do. How about we switch weekends? We rarely get calls, but I can’t leave you with everything. As for during the week, we’ll work around your schedule. But hear me now: school comes first. You were meant for big, big things. This business and working for me will not hold you back.” She is pulling out the big guns with lots of threats. It’s only fair to fight fire with fire.
“Yes, Mother,” I tease, moving to the paperwork that needs to be scanned into the computer, sorting through invoices and contracts.
“Don’t you start with me. I’m not pissing off my best clients, and you don’t need to work yourself to the bone.” I look at her over my shoulder. Mallory has a pen pointing at me, and it can’t be helped. I stick my tongue out at her before falling into a fit of laughter.
“Get back to work. We can’t survive on caffeine all day if you’re here to work. I’ll order lunch, and you may want to call Theo to let him know your change of plans,” she says after we settle down.
“I better. Between him and Bellamy, I have a full-time job calling or texting them my agenda. I’ll be surprised if Theo doesn’t know my last period, which is due this week coming up. Ugh,” I throw out dramatically. I’m going to be out of commission in the orgasm department and miserable. Lucky me.
“Ask Bellamy if he’d like to eat lunch with us. He’s the perfect type of eye candy an old lady like myself wouldn’t mind enjoying.” Okay, not touching that subject, nope, nope, nope. She’s like my older sister, and Bellamy is like a father figure. If things start happening then go south, I’m going to have to be Switzerland. I love each of them too much to pick a side.
TWENTY-THREE
Theo
“Damn, this is the life.” I picked Danica up on my way home after leaving the office. She ordered food for us to pick up, we ate, and now we’re on the couch.
“Just don’t expect me to actually cook.” She nestles closer to me, head on my chest, hand on my lower abdomen. My arm is around her shoulder, and I’m slowly massaging her head with the tips of my fingers. Our food lies abandoned on the coffee table, annoying Danica. She likes to keep things picked up and clean. The only way to keep her seated and where she’s at is keeping up with the ministrations of working my magic. Her throaty moan is all the answer I need.
“Fairy, you don’t ever have to attempt to cook again. I’d prefer it, really.” She lifts up off my chest, a look of irritation on her face.
“I can cook. Well, let me rephrase that. I can heat food up and make an awesome salad.” I grimace at the thought of a salad every day for dinner or heating something up from the freezer department in the grocery store.
“Is there a reason you can’t cook?” We haven’t touched a whole lot on her past as in before she met Mallory, and I know Mal cooks. Bellamy gave me that piece of information today. It seems the two of them are getting close as of recently.