Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
8
Alana
If this old bitch don’t shut the fuck up about her ex daughter in law I’m going to throw up in my mouth, right before I sock her one.
I looked out the side of my eye at Chance who wasn’t saying a word to his insufferable ass of a mother. That’s what I get for marrying into the wealthiest family in the damn state.
Once we got back and I saw the big ass house we were going to be living in I knew there was going to be trouble. I knew he had money, I didn’t know he came from ‘old money’. I know damn good and well how these people think.
My friends all thought I’d fallen in the gravy. A nice little middle class girl from the wrong side of the tracks, who just happened to be the hottest thing on two feet for miles around.
I’d gone by the restaurant one day while he was at the office in my new chauffeur driven Bentley thank you very much, and everyone had gushed and carried on like I’d won the lottery. I guess in a sense I had.
Chance had had bank cards with my new name waiting for us once we got back. I’d shopped so much in those first few days that I’d even grown tired. I told him I had to pace myself because I didn’t want him to think I was in it for his money, and you know what that fool said? He knew I was after his dick. This boy is crazy as hell.
He’s been going out of his way to help me settle in, but it’s going to take me a coupla years to do that. It’s one thing to imagine what you would do if you had money. It’s a whole other ball game to go from waiting tables to make ends meet, to your husband telling you you’re a billionaire with access to all his cash.
I think in the beginning I was testing him, that’s what all the shopping was about. But he never bat a lash. Not even when I spent seven thousand dollars on a dress. That shit had made me sick to my stomach and I’d planned to return it. I was just testing his theory that I could spend as much as I want and he wouldn’t get mad.
But he’d had me try on the hot little red number and long story short, unless I find a kickass seamstress to put that shit back together, nobody was taking that shit back. He’d ordered another one the next day.
He’s a freak for red. I don’t know what that’s about but I’m telling you if we have serious plans to go somewhere I won’t be putting on anything red, and that happens to be my favorite color. Twice now he’s taken me down after one look at me in a red dress. Weird.
We were settling in well all things considered, except for this old prune faced nutcase. I’d expected her to be a little put out especially once he explained that Brittany had been her choice, but nothing could’ve prepared me for this shit.
She’s slick too, she only shows her true colors when her son’s back is turned. Except for those times she can’t help herself and something slips out. Her favorite topic of conversation is how much better her son could’ve done. Only she doesn’t come right out and say it in so many words.
This old bat could hem and haw all she liked, as long as I keep fucking the living shit out of her boy she wasn’t getting rid of me. I just have to figure out how to live with her constant bullshit without pulling out every hair on my head or hers.
It had been three weeks since Chance had found me in that restaurant. She had a problem with the fact that everything had happened so fast. She even had the audacity to say that people didn’t have to get married these days because they’d made a horrible mistake. In other words she thought her son had married me because he’d knocked me up.
Hadn’t she ever heard of a whirlwind romance? I guess someone as uptight as her pampered ass wouldn’t believe in such things, but the truth is as much shit as I gave him in the beginning, I took one look and fell hard.
I’m not sure what his reality is about our first meeting, he still hasn’t told me how he came to be there asking for me specifically that first night. He’s not big on talking. I should’ve figured that one out from the proposal.
The memory of the way he’d simply walked into the restaurant, told me to follow him and told me on our way to the car that we were going to get married still gives me goose bumps.