Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Stopping dead in his tracks, he scrunched up his face. “Shit, are you a pregnant Spider-Woman? How did you know that?”
“Not pregnant Spider-Woman, but very nosy and a pro at eavesdropping.” She shot him an evil grin. “So spill.”
Running his hand over his mouth, he turned, leaning against the beautiful doorway that was the size of three and led to the living room. “When we were in Cancun, someone took pictures of the two of us on the beach.”
“What? How?”
“I don’t know. He doesn’t either.”
“It was a private beach!”
“Apparently, not private enough, and so the dude is blackmailing Matty.”
She made a face. “So, sue him.”
“Can’t without the pictures surfacing. Matty wants his family to find out from him, and he wants to keep his life private.”
“Okay, so this guy gets paid off, and now he’s gonna make it his life’s purpose to follow y’all and get pictures since he knows he’ll get paid.”
Wells hadn’t thought of that, but it didn’t matter. This was an isolated incident, surely.
“No,” Wells said, coming off the wall. “It won’t matter after Matty tells his family.”
“Okay, so he doesn’t have time to tell them before the pictures are supposed to surface?”
He paused. “I guess he does, but he doesn’t want it done that way.”
“So then, he should be the one to get the money, not you.”
Frustrated, Wells shrugged. “It’s my money, my boyfriend. Why does it matter?”
She was getting upset too, standing up and holding out her hands. “Because he doesn’t want anyone to know. Don’t you get it, Wells? He’s still trying to hide you two. If he wanted to truly come out, this wouldn’t matter. You’re basically helping him keep this ruse going.”
Making a face, he shook his head violently. “No, I’m not. He is coming out. He just wants to do it his way. He wants his family to know first, and then everything else will fall into place.”
“And that could have happened with these pictures surfacing and suing the fuck out of this dude. Instead, he’s getting a payday, and you’re stuffed in the closet until Matty is ready to let you out.”
“That’s not true!” he yelled, shaking his head. “We are good. Fine. Things are great.”
“No, it’s a fucking lie,” she yelled, and soon he heard the footsteps of his friends. “He hid you in Cancun, Wells!”
“What the fuck, Wren? I thought you liked him!”
“I did until I found out that he’s still trying to fucking hide you. That’s bullshit! You don’t deserve that.”
“It’s not like that,” he said just as Jensen stopped beside him, Vaughn on the other side.
“What the hell is going on?” Jensen asked. “You guys shouldn’t be yelling like this. It’s not good for my kid or your blood pressure.”
Jensen was fucking around, Wells knew that, but still, he spat off, “My fucking blood pressure is fine, and your wife is accusing my boyfriend of trying to hide me. Not really coming out.”
“Why would you say that?” Vaughn asked Wren, and she blew out a breath as she looked over at him. “He was cool in Cancun. They were all in love and shit.”
“Yes,” she said, pointing to Wells. “On the beach. I think there was only one time I saw him touch Wells in public, and now, he’s having Wells pay six million to some dick who has pictures of them together because he doesn’t want them coming out.”
“What?” Jensen roared as Vaughn made a face.
“What the hell? Six million? No dick is worth that. Hell, pussy isn’t even worth that.”
“Mine is,” Brie said, appearing beside him with boxes of pizza. “Right?”
Vaughn nodded very quickly. “Of course. I totally meant to add that.”
Rolling his eyes, Wells let out an aggravated breath. “It’s not like that. The dude is blackmailing him, and he and his agent don’t think it’s smart to sue him when the pictures will surface anyway. Matty wants to tell his family first, not have them find out like this.”
No one said anything, all of their faces twisted in confusion. Except Wren’s, hers was set in anger. Brie crossed the kitchen to the table, setting the pizza down, and Wells wanted to laugh when she opened the box and started eating. That girl was always eating at the wrong times.
“Did he have a time frame? Usually, there’s a time frame with this kind of stuff,” Jensen asked, and Wells let out a breath.
He didn’t want to answer, but he knew he had no choice. They’d bother him until he answered. “Yes, at the end of the week.”
“Then why couldn’t he tell his family before that, and then sue the fuck out this guy?”
“Because he’s private! He doesn’t want it coming out like this. You guys are forgetting who his dad is. This isn’t going to be some walk in the park. You said that yourself, Wren.”