The Soccer Mom’s Bad Boy Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Drama, Erotic, Funny Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
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That meant I couldn’t use my usual storm the troops take no prisoners approach, so though it was killing me, and my dick, I decided to play nice.

Now, the time had finally come and not too soon if you ask me. Any longer and I’d start gnawing off my own fucking arm.

I followed them to the pizza place and watched them go in before heading to the penthouse I was renting for this job.

I had some hard thinking to do before I took the night to the next level. Not that I hadn’t been playing the different scenarios through my head since the day after I’d first seen her.

I’m a take-charge motherfucker who doesn’t believe in wasting time, especially not when it comes to something this important. I’d already lined up all my ducks and moved some shit around to free me up for what was coming. I can’t say I’d been prepared for this at this time in my life, but it was here and there was no going back for either of us.

Back at my place I shed my clothes as I headed for the shower and a cold one. They’d become de rigueur here lately because I refused to rub one out. I had a whole lot of buildup waiting for her tonight. I hope she was able to handle that shit because my beast will most definitely be loose at the first scent of her pussy.

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Chapter 3

ILENE

“I’m not sure about this Janine, this has got to be your worse idea yet and you’ve had some doozies over the years.” We were at my home getting me ready for just about anything.

Home, that’s a joke. My now ex was living in my home with his new girlfriend, while my daughter and I had been relegated to a little two bedroom home in a less than desirable side of town. Now wasn’t the time to dwell on that though, if I didn’t keep my wits about me, this one would have me in stirrups before night’s end.

I had been plucked of every stray hair on my body and my skin was just about scrubbed raw because I think she thought I needed decontaminating from my failed marriage.

“Listen, this is happening, he knows that I know about him so he’d be a real fool to try anything. You have mace, the whistle that my Xavier gave you to match mine and I will be calling you every half an hour.”

“That should be good for a first date.” I ran my hand through my freshly groomed hair and checked myself out in the mirror. What was I doing?

“Janine…” I grabbed her hand for support as the fear of indecision threatened to overtake me. Just as she’s done on numerous past occasions when I needed it most, she knelt at my side and took my face between her hands.

“Ilene, I can feel this in my bones, this is going to be huge for you. I love you, I will never lead you wrong and you know this.

As much as I hate to bring this up now, there was one other time when I was dead sure about your love life and you didn’t listen to me then, please listen to me now.

Do you know that look you get on your face when you see Xavier and I being silly when we think no one else is looking?”

I got a lump in my throat. I knew exactly what look she was referring to. It’s my part envy, part I love you so much and I’m happy for you look.

“I want to look at you that way friend. I want to have that same feeling of excitement for someone that I love. I want to lay my head down at night knowing that you’re taken care of.”

“Are you sure, sure, sure, that…? No that’s not fair, I can’t ask you that.” I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders. Time to be a big girl and take a chance for the first time in my life. Still I said a quick prayer that I wasn’t making a complete fool of myself.

“Okay, I’m ready.” The plan was that we would wait together for him just to be on the safe side. Janine was armed with a camera and a list of questions. This girl watches way too many crime shows.

She was planning to do everything but put a trace on him, but that was only because she hadn’t had any time to research it.

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By the stroke of eleven and still no sign of him, I was embarrassed, relieved and disappointed all at once. I could feel the tension coming off of Janine in waves, but kept my lips sealed for fear that I would break down in tears if I said anything. I knew it was too good to be true.


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