Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“You’re not sleeping alone, Jase, so cry me a river.”
“Only so I can keep my skills tight for you, babe.” He winks and wedges a double shot glass between my tits, swipes a smidge of tequila across my collarbone before he pours on a few dashes of salt.
He’s really making a production of it while his buddies stare with envy, laugh, and crack jokes. And in five seconds, the salt is gone, the glass is in his mouth, and my tits are covered in tequila.
“Fuck me. I’m hard just from that little taste. Come on, Gia.”
I smile and give his jaw a gentle-ish pat. “Don’t beg, Jase. You’re too pretty for that.”
I laugh and saunter off while his friends laugh and joke. Ro stares at me as I make my way back to the worn sofa and drop down before I hand her the joint.
“Thanks,” she grins. “But I’d never ask you to do all that just to get stoned.”
I smile and pat her bare thigh. “Yeah, you would. We’re besties, Ro. You don’t have to ask. Besides, I had to talk him down from a kiss or getting my tits sucked. A body shot is the least I can do for you, girl.”
Ro laughs and pulls out her pink Bic lighter to torch the end of the fat joint. “Thanks, Gia.” She inhales deeply and closes her eyes as the weed takes effect, relaxing her body deeper into the sofa.
“Fuck, I needed that. Coke gets me too amped up.”
“Then stop doing it,” I tell her sarcastically.
Ro sighs heavily and stares out at the room. “I know, but my folks always trip when I come home smelling like weed and coke has no smell.” She sighs again, and I feel her pain.
“Too bad we don’t have the money to get edibles. Just the homegrown free stuff,” I say.
“Right? Then we’d be stoned all the time, and no one could smell it.” Ro giggles.
We’re both twenty-three years old and still live at home—next door to each other—with our parents. Well, Ro lives with her mom and dad, but at my house, it’s just me and my mom. She works at the elementary school to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table. Nothing extra for edibles.
“Life sucks, Gia.”
“Yeah, it does,” I agree. “But to move out of our parent’s houses, we need jobs, and I’m not talking shitty fast food jobs. We can’t even rent a studio apartment with what they pay.”
Nothing we can do pays well, enough whether it’s housekeeping, waiting tables, or any other crap job people do on this side of Angel Harbor.
Ro turns to me with pleading dark eyes. “But, Gia, you’re talented as hell when it comes to computers. You can get a really good job doing your thing, and I’ll wait tables at someplace that sells booze. Maybe even at a titty bar where the tips will be really good. I’ve got big enough tits.”
It’s a good plan, but there’s just one problem. “That’s a great idea, Ro, but we both know every time I go interview all they see is the blue hair, the tattoos, and ask for that college degree. Then when I make excuses for why I don’t have one, or why I went to work straight out of high school, it’s don’t call us, we’ll call you.”
I hate that those fuckers judge me based on my looks when every college grad loser in the building dresses like they live in a van.
“I’ll find another way. I promise.” There are other ways to use my skills that don’t require putting on a facade and punching a clock. I just need to get off my ass—stop partying so much—and make it happen.
Ro leans back on the sofa with a lazy smile on her face, high as fuck and no longer worried about her problems. At least for the rest of the night.
“Maybe I should take Ricardo up on his offer to sell weed for him,” she muses in that slow way that only a weed high can achieve.
I laugh. “You want to take the risk of selling weed in a state where it’s legal? Girl, now I know your ass is high.”
She flashes a sleepy smile and grabs my hand. “I might be a little stoned, Gia, but I really want us to get a place of our own. I hate living with my parents.”
“We will, Ro. We just have to plan, and that’s my specialty.” I stand and yank her to her feet with enough strength to shock her.
“Watch it, Superwoman. I’m wearing heels.” She looks down at her black lace-up fuck me pumps and kicks a leg out to the side. “Lot of good they did me tonight. Not.”
“Let’s walk home and let the fresh air sober us both up a bit.”