Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“What the hell?” Milo mutters.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” he says, but he shakes his head at the same time, scanning the messages on his phone a second and third time. You know what? Fuck scanning. The motherfucker is staring. Hard.
I try to sneak a peek, but the bastard snatches it away too quickly.
“What the fuck, dude? What is it?”
“It’s nothing.”
“That doesn’t look like nothing.” I grin. I can’t help myself. Something fucking juicy is in those texts, and goddamn, I want to see.
I hold out my hand. “Let me see.”
“Fuck no.” Like a damn teenage girl, he locks the screen of his phone and slips it back into his pocket.
“Someone sending you titty pics?” I ask with a grin, and that simple question has his face scrunching up into something that borders on shock and horror and intrigue.
“Don’t be a fucking dick.”
“What?” I ask and raise both of my hands in the air. “It’s a valid question.”
Because it is a valid question.
But more than that, it’s that question that riles him the most.
No doubt about it, those text messages are from a woman.
Looks like another one is about to bite the fucking relationship dust.
I swear to God, sooner rather than later, I’ll be the only sane, single motherfucker left in New York.
THE END