Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
I caressed the side of her cheek. “Now you can have me.”
“What do you want from me, Aires? What do you want me to say? What can I tell you that will make things between us any less complicated than what they’ve always been?”
“The truth. How about you start there?”
I should have listened.
I should have stopped.
I should have done anything, something other than what I did.
What I said.
But I was too far gone. I couldn’t control my emotions, actions, or words, especially when it came to her.
“I just want to know when you’re going to let me in your life, considering I do have five felonies for you.”
“I never asked you to do that.”
“You didn’t have to, Bay. I’d do anything for you. How is it that you don’t know that?”
“I have let you in.”
“To what exactly? Your pussy? Because you coming on my tongue, fingers, and dick seem to be the only thing I can get out of you.”
She abruptly jerked back as if I had slapped her. “Take that back. You don’t mean that. Take it back! Now!”
I stepped toward her, and she immediately stepped away. While she wiped away the tears from her face, I turned and left before I said something else I’d regret and have to apologize for.
Even though leaving her was the last thing I wanted to do.
chapter seventeen
Bailey
I aimlessly stared at the ceiling, lost in my own reckless thoughts. I truly wanted to make things work with Aires, but I was scared. I was terrified of making the wrong choice although he always felt like the right one. From the moment we first locked eyes, I was forever held captive in those bright baby blues.
I was so confused.
I didn’t want to lose him again. Not when we just found each other. Who knows how much time went by when my cell phone began to ring with a FaceTime call.
I answered, “Hey, Grammy.”
“Hey, sweetheart.”
My grandma Mia and I always shared a very close relationship. My mom was only nineteen when she got pregnant with me, so both my grandparents helped raise me. Along with my extended family that went on for miles. If one thing defined my family, it was our love for one another.
Everyone had their own stories to tell, and I grew up listening to them all, but my favorite love story had always been my grandma Mia and grandpa Creed. Those two were written in the stars, and no one could tell me any different. Each couple had their own tumultuous past they had to work through and overcome.
It didn’t surprise me that my grandma was reaching out, she had a sixth sense when it came to me.
Getting straight to the point, she asked, “Are you okay?”
I inhaled a deep breath.
Am I okay? No, no, I’m not okay…
Instead of freaking her out, I replied, “I’m screwed.”
“In what way? The good kind or the bad?”
I chuckled. “Both.”
“So then you’re fucked?”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. My grandma was the best.
“Yeah, I’d rightly say so.”
“Bailey bug, it’s safe to assume this is boy trouble?”
“That would be a safe assumption, but how did you know that?”
“Sweetheart, it’s always boy trouble when you’re fu—”
“Right… you would know, I mean, you’re married to the leader of them.”
I could see her grinning on the other end. The best thing about my grandma was that she used to be a rebel, getting into all sorts of trouble. Considering my great-grandma was a saint who could do no wrong, a lot of our family members repeated I reminded them of her.
Forever a people pleaser.
“Now that I think about it, Grammy. I feel like every man in our family can be considered a bad boy at one point in their life.”
“Well, your grandpa is a reformed bad boy.”
“And how long did that take you again?”
She laughed. “A few years.”
“But Grandpa adores you. You’re literally the light in his life.”
“He’s also a huge pain in the ass in mine.”
I threw my head back, giggling.
“Speaking of your grandfather, he’s out back with Luke.”
“Oh, Luke is in town?”
“He is for his birthday.”
My uncle Luke was Grandma’s youngest son. I guess you could say, like mother like daughter, my grandma had my mom when she was young too, she was only twenty, so they were both still relatively young on mother and grandmother terms.
“Oh, that’s right.” I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. “How old is he now?”
“Forty-three.”
I shook my head, thinking about the fact that my uncle Luke had never been married or had any kids.
“Forever the filthy mogul,” I teased, smirking.
I wasn’t entirely sure how he made his fortune other than people gossiping that the apple didn’t fall far from the Jameson tree in reference to him. From an outsider looking in, everyone imagined it was due to all the clubs he owned around the world. I knew enough about that life to know there was more to it than that.