Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I say that because he looks like the kind of man to have the kind of sex you read about in books, and every time I read one of those overzealous sex scenes, two things happen, one I imagine the room smells like a hot mess, and two, I give my now ex-husband the stink eye for gipping me in every way possible for a husband to do that shit. Two-minute wonder that he is, bless his heart.
“Wait a minute, wait a minute. Ms. Kitty, you talking to me again?” Ms. Kitty barely said two words to me in ten years. Ever since the morning after my wedding night and she begged and pleaded for an annulment, and I told her we should give my new husband a chance.
She broke out nine years three hundred and sixty—four days ago. Just about the same time, I should’ve. People always say men think with their dicks, but if their dicks are as sensible as my cooch when it comes to weeding out losers, I can’t say that I blame them.
I combed my fingers through my hair and had to be okay with that because I’d left my purse in the room. Not that I had anything in there that would help, just a tube of lipstick and some powder. I’m not in the habit of spending the night anyplace other than my bed.
I left my wild days behind in college, not that I had many. Even after I got up the nerve to leave my marriage, I didn’t see anyone or actively looked until the divorce was final. I didn’t want to give that she-demon any leverage over me in the divorce since she was already telling anyone who would listen how I’d wronged her precious baby boy. Barf!
I left the bathroom and sheepishly walked back into the room, ready to offer my apologies for what must’ve gone on the night before that facilitated me spending the night. But when I looked up, he had this weary look on his face. Oh boy, I know that look.
“You heard me didn’t you?” My face was fifty shades of red, but I’d promised myself that I was no longer going to hide from life the way I used to when I was too beaten down to care. That’s what I’d spent the last two years doing since the separation.
I’d worked on myself, building up my self-confidence. The only thing I didn’t do was starve myself to lose weight. Life is already hard enough as it is; why should I deny myself my one true pleasure?
I’d gone back to what I loved doing, taken my daddy’s company that he’d left me out of the hands of my now ex-husband, and was living my best life, except for the baby thing; I was flying high. Though in all fairness to myself, the divorce was only finalized a few days ago because Henry the weasel was trying to get half of my company, and there was no way in hell he was getting even one percent.
It had taken two years and lots of money to fight, so I didn’t have to give him a penny. I’d rather give it to the lawyers than him any day. Baby daddy raised one of his eyebrows at me, still with that ‘she’s crazy’ look on his face.
“Who were you talking to, sweetheart?”
have mercy; it wasn’t my imagination; his voice really does sound like that. ‘Sit on his face. That is one silver tongue he’s got there.’
“Shh, Ms. Kitty!” That eyebrow was about to reach his hairline.
“I was talking to Ms. Kitty.”
“And who would that be?” He looked around as if searching for my imaginary friend. With my face bright as the sun, I pointed to my crotch and tried to pretend I wasn’t embarrassed about making a fool of myself.
“You talk to your pussy?” He had an indignant look on his face.
“Doesn’t everybody?” I’m not sure what this new look was, but it looked more thoughtful than judgmental. “So, last night, did we?” I know we didn’t have sex, but maybe we fooled around. Oh, please tell me we did something. ‘I told you your big ass passed out; what do you think he is, a perv? Would you really want to be with a man who would do that? From pencil dick to pervert. Look here, let me do the talking.’
“How?” I started to ask her how she planned to do that but, from his expression, decided it was best if I didn’t have any more conversations with my crotch in front of strangers. I bet I’d just killed any interest he had.
Not that he would’ve had any. The man is a freak of nature. A perfect specimen in face and form, and he looks just as good sitting up in bed with his hair all tousled from sleep as he had walking through the club last night with his fine ass. I licked my lips just as I remembered that he was still looking at me.