Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
I shake my head with disgust.
“It’s some BS article from nowhere. No one even wanted to put their name to it, so it’s just by the editorial board. What the fuck? How can journalistic standards be so low?”
Ryder’s eyes narrow, his gaze going grim.
“There’s only a few places the leak could have come from. I’m getting on the phone with Joy.”
Oh fuck. Joy is our receptionist, but how could she know? Would she give us away? Ryder’s already dialing, and I lean in to listen.
“Yeah, Joy,” he says roughly into the cell. “Have you seen that article in Plastic Times? Did you talk to any reporters recently?”
There’s some gabbling at the other end, but then he hangs up.
“No, she has no idea what we’re talking about at all. I mean, she could be lying, but I doubt it. Who else could it be? Christine?”
I shake my head.
“Christine works in Accounting and never pays attention to anything that doesn’t have to do with numbers. It’s not her. There’s really only once source …” I say, as my voice trails off.
The expression on Ryder’s face grows even more grim.
“Shit, we’re going to have to talk with her.”
With that, we grab our coats and leave for Bethany’s place. It pains my heart to believe it, but is it possible? Did our girl give us away? Did she talk to a reporter, and discuss our relationship, thus creating the basis for this piece of shit exposé? I hope not, but what if she did?
20
Bethany
There’s a pounding on my door, and I look up from where I’m changing Danny’s diaper. My son hasn’t quite caught on to using the potty yet, and as a result, we’ve had more than a few accidents today. There was the puddle of pee in the kitchen a few hours ago, and then the poo trickling down his leg just now. As a result, I’m taking a break. I’m putting on his training diapers and letting the plastic do the job as I catch my breath. Who knew having a toddler would be so challenging?
But it’s all worth it. Having my son has opened new vistas before my eyes because before, I used to be about me. It was about finding purpose in my life; figuring out how to get ahead; and having fun because I could. Now, it’s still about purpose and meaning, but I’m not just doing it for me: I’m also doing it for my son. I’m far less self-centered, and much more forgiving of other peoples’ foibles and idiosyncrasies because nothing is perfect. We’re all human, and it’s divine to forgive.
But right now, it’s all about getting Danny potty-trained. The banging comes again just as I pull up his pants and press a kiss to his blonde head.
“Okay sweetheart, can you play in your room? Mommy has to see who it is, but then I’ll come and join you, okay?”
He nods and babbles a yes before toddling off down the hall. What a cutie pie. My heart flips over as I watch his unsteady gait, and then with a sigh, I head over to the living room.
“Coming, coming!” I call. “Just a sec.”
Looking through the peephole, I see that it’s Ryder and Ranger. They’re gorgeous as usual, but there are dark looks on those handsome faces. I wonder what’s going on?
After all, life has been good recently. I’ve settled into the job at Epinine Medical, and basically run the business side of the medical practice now. I’m in charge of accounting, human resources, and facilities, not to mention medical billing. Ugh. The amount of insurance paperwork is staggering, and I can see why there’s an entire industry built around this tedious job.
But it’s okay because I have a knack for organization, and my boyfriends appreciate me for it. They show me their appreciation too, not just with kisses and stimulating pussy rubs, but also by showering my son with affection and trying to give Danny gifts all the time.
“No, it’s not necessary,” I protested the last time Ryder pulled a giant firetruck out from behind his back. “He already has that firetruck you gave him last time!”
“Yeah, but does he have one that’s three feet long with a ladder that extends?” he asks playfully as Danny jumps and yips by my side, waving his arms wildly. “Here you go, buddy. This is for you.”
I can only watch with gratitude and exasperation as Ryder and Ranger dote on my son. They treat him like their own, even though Danny couldn’t look more different. Whereas my boyfriends are huge and dark, with bronzed skin and blazing blue eyes, my son is tiny and chubby, with blonde hair and an innocent, cherubic expression. Yet Danny has them wrapped around his little finger, and the men don’t mind.
That’s part of the reason why I’m looking forward to having their babies. It’s clear that Ryder and Ranger place family first, and the way they’re so good to my son tells me that they’d do anything for our children too. The thought makes my pussy moisten and my womb literally contracts a bit in anticipation. I can’t wait to have their babies, and open the door with a smile.