Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
So it was strange for me to see other people’s reactions to her. That day on the playground, some of the other kids were being horrible to her and calling her names.
When I’d had about all I could take I’d stepped in between her and the head bully, Tommy Clapton. I’d ended up giving him a bloody nose that day and gaining a friend for life.
I smiled wanly in memory of that little girl that had had so much fire. It was a long time since I’d seen her. Life, and a selfish dick of a husband had torn her down.
I pushed those thoughts as well as the hunk out of my mind when my daughter made her way over to me. She was the only thing I’d ever gotten from Mark that was worth anything.
“Hi baby, good game.”
“Thanks mom, coach said that we might make it all the way to the finals this year. Alyssa and I are the stars.”
It amazes me that in this atmosphere of overly mature pre-teens my little girl is as innocent as a twelve year old could be. She still puts stock in some of the things that I did when I was that age.
I know I had her aunty Janine to thank for a big part of that, because we’d made a pact when we were pregnant together that we would give our girls the best childhood. And that didn’t necessarily mean letting them have every new gadget that came on the market, or the latest fashion. Especially not the adult ensembles, that some of the younger girls were wearing these days. We just tried to give them as much love and attention as we could, keep them close you know.
When I was going through my divorce and literally drowning in my own sorrow and despair, Janine had taken over. Had it not been for her, I’m sure things could’ve turned out very different, and I could’ve found myself saddled with a very recalcitrant child.
Instead, I have a strong if somewhat opinionated child who still values time spent with mom, instead of locked away in her room on her computer.
It did hurt just a little though that her dad had dropped her pretty much the same way he’d dropped me, and though I tried to make up for his neglect it wasn’t the same.
“Come on girls let’s hustle, we have to get home like stat.”
“Janine…”
“Put a lid on it sister let’s go. We’ll feed the monsters their greasy pizza and then it’s off to your house for a makeup session. Xavier isn’t due home until late tonight so…”
I envied her ease in saying that. I remembered the nights when I paced the halls sick to my stomach, because I just knew that the husband who’d told me he was working late, was working on something more than just spreadsheets.
Xavier wasn’t the type though, his love for his little family was evident to anyone who came into their midst. Sometimes I wish…but no, that obviously wasn’t in the cards for me.
My mind went immediately to the new mystery man and I felt a slight tremble in my limbs, not to mention what was going on with my girly bits.
“Alana you’re spending the night with us tonight how do you like that?” I snapped my head around at her announcement and she pointedly ignored me with a turned head while our girls held onto each other and jumped up and down squealing, much the way the two of us still did sometimes.
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Chapter 2
DANE
What the fuck is she doing standing around out there with the dark coming? I’d been sitting in my truck for almost half an hour and they were still there.
I was about to get out and go to her, but just then they headed for their cars. I guess tonight was a pizza night. I’d noticed their little ritual in the last two and a half weeks. After each game the two girls were treated to pizza at the local parlor, while the ladies had coffee and picked at salads.
That ass of hers assured me that there was more than salad going into that mouth thank fuck. My dick gave a little salute at the thought of her ass and what we were going to do to it later.
I adjusted my meat in my jeans that were suddenly cutting off my circulation and kept my eyes glued on her. Damn, what a woman. I felt that same quick jolt that was becoming all too familiar whenever she was around, as her face came into full view.
I watched until they pulled out of the lot, never knowing that they were in my scope. That was something I was going to have to teach her in the near future.
My baby wasn’t as aware of her surroundings as I’d like her to be. But that will come; first I have to empty myself inside her about three or four times to ease this ache that she’d started in me.