Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Really? Out of everyone that could’ve given him the ride, he had to get one from Hayes?
Hayes, the man that I couldn’t stop thinking about?
Hayes, the man who was now hanging up in my office, and had been for the last three months?
The day that I’d gotten the calendar, I’d flipped right to Hayes, Mr. April, and hadn’t changed it since.
I felt my face flame as his eyes met mine, and I knew that he’d been the man chuckling on the other end of the line.
“Dad,” I grumbled.
My father tossed the box at me, not even having the decency of putting it in a fucking bag.
I caught it.
With my freakin’ chin.
Okay, so I wasn’t much of a sports player.
I really, really sucked at life.
I tripped on air. Sometimes I fell off of stable surfaces.
Hell, if I managed to stay upright, it was a goddamn miracle.
So, it wasn’t a far stretch that I sucked at catching stuff.
At least I didn’t drop it.
“Owww,” I whined, pressing the palm of my hand against my chin. “You could’ve at least waited until I was ready!”
My dad rolled his eyes.
“If I waited until you were ready, I’d be dead,” he pointed out.
He did have a point.
Tucking the box underneath my arms, I walked out of the room.
“Make sure you keep an eye on Satan. He just puked all over mom’s couch. I haven’t cleaned it up yet,” I called out over my shoulder.
“Great,” Dad said.
My eyes caught Hayes’ and I swallowed hard, turning back around just in time to stop myself from running into a door jamb.
“Goddammit,” I muttered, putting my hand out to help guide me through the doorway.
Chuckles followed me, and I didn’t have to turn around to know that they belonged to Hayes.
Gritting my teeth, I made my way into the bathroom.
Hopefully, when I got out, Hayes would be gone.
All thoughts of Hayes fled when I saw the stain on my underwear.
My makeshift pad hadn’t done so hot, and now my underwear were stained.
Goddammit, I’d even worn my nice ones!
This date was already shaping up to be hideous.
Only I would get ready for a date, get puked on, start my period, and ruin my underwear. All before the date.
Hell, there was no denying it now.
The date was going to suck balls.
I stripped out of my jeans, took care of business with the super plus tampon, then cleaned up as best as I could before wrapping a towel around my bottom half and heading for my old bedroom.
I was happy to see that nobody was in my line of sight.
I was unhappy to see that my old bedroom had been taken over by my dad’s gun room.
Luckily, my dresser was still in there.
Even more lucky, I still had clothes in said dresser.
Dropping the towel, I started to search through the panties in the top drawer, trying to find a pair that would fit.
In the end, I chose the ones that were also the stupidest.
The ones that my best friend had bought me as a gag gift the day that I turned eighteen.
They read, ‘With an ass like this, who needs big tits.’
I was literally about to slip them up over my ass when the door opened, and my dad walked in.
I knew it was my dad because of the way he was talking on his phone to my mother.
“I already said that I got her the tampons. Jesus Christ, Memphis,” Dad said.
My father had seen me in my underwear before, so I wasn’t hurried as I picked the towel up off the floor, wrapped it around my lower half, and turned around.
Except, Dad wasn’t alone.
Hayes was with him.
Hayes who was staring at me as if seeing me in my underwear was an everyday occurrence.
I squeaked and covered myself with the towel again.
“Dad!” I cried out. “Can’t you knock!”
Dad, who was pulled away from his conversation with my mother, frowned.
“Why are you in my gun room?” he asked.
I threw up one arm.
“Do you want to know why?” I paused. “Though, just sayin’, this was my room way before it was anything of yours. But, let’s just say that it is your gun room now. Which it isn’t. This is still my room. It has pink walls and a Justin Bieber poster for God’s sake. But, also, it has my underwear. My underwear that I needed since I bled through my old ones.”
Dad didn’t say a word, and neither did Hayes.
My brother, who was obviously here now, laughed his ass off as he came up with his son in his arms staring at me like the freak show that I was.
“Oh, this is great.” He paused. “But you might want to hurry. You only have about five minutes to make it to your date… assuming you didn’t ruin your pants, too?”
I narrowed my eyes at my brother, studiously ignored looking at Hayes, and shoulder-checked my dad since he was in my way.