Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“Amelia!” I freeze and my eyes fly open. Both Dean and Wes jerk up. “My mother!” I squeak.
I’ve been avoiding her for months. It looks like my time is up. Our one phone call after the media broke our story didn’t go so well. I hung up on her, which is something I’d never done in my life. I’m shocked it took her this long to show up at my door and demand my attention. No one ignores her.
“Let me go.” I try to free myself and I glance at both of them. “She’ll come back here and she is not going to see you guys naked!” I yell the last part, not liking the idea of anyone seeing them naked. Dean smiles.
“Only you see us naked.” Wes grabs my face and kisses me deep before finally letting me go. I scurry to get up, but not before Dean smacks my butt, making me jump and move faster.
I find my underwear and slide them on. Next, I grab a shirt off the floor and slip that on over my head. I turn to see Dean and Wes lying in bed, casual and relaxed. Well, except for their hard-ons that are begging for attention. My eyes go back and forth between them. I really want to crawl back into bed with my men and not go out there and face my mother.
“Amelia!” she yells again.
“Dressed!” I snap at them, making them both smile. I roll my eyes and stomp from the room. I stop when I see my mother talking to three men in construction outfits. They are all openly flirting with her. Men are drawn to my mother like a moth to a flame.
“Mother.”
She turns to look at me. The smile on her face drops away.
“Oh, it’s my daughter who hasn’t spoken to me in months!”
“You called twice and texted once, Mother. I don’t think you were dying to talk to me. In fact, I think you were pissed at me and avoiding me.”
Her jaws clenches. “I had no choice. I already had a trip to Paris planned for a few months. I wasn’t going to let this wild phase you’re having interrupt my life. Until this!” She holds up a magazine that’s three months old.
“Yeah, I got married,” I admit. “I’m sorry I didn’t invite you, but it was small and after the things you said on the phone I thought it was for the best.”
My mother purses her lips. I glance over to see Dean and Wes entering the living room.
“Out!” Wes barks at the construction men. “Come back tomorrow.”
“No fucking pants, little one,” Dean mutters next to me, sounding pissed. I glance over at him.
“I’ll get to you two in a minute.” I point over to the large hole in the wall, remembering what our fight was about last night. I try to glare at them, but I have to hold back a small smile at how over the top they can be sometimes.
My mother clears her throat. She clearly does not like not being the center of attention right now. We all look over at her. She’s done up like always. Her hair and makeup are perfect. She’s always traveled with a team of people to make sure she looks her best.
Her eyes roam over both Wes and Dean. My body stills as I wonder what they’re thinking of my mother. Everyone always thinks she’s breathtaking, but when I look at them they’re both looking at me with concern on their faces. My mother holds none of their attention.
“You didn't even call and tell me. This is how I found out,” my mother hisses as she waves the magazine.
“That magazine is three months old.” I shake my head. Us getting married is old news. The paparazzi are over that story now.
“I just saw it,” she throws back.
“Mother, if you were so worried about me you would have tried harder to reach out to me after I hung up on you. Not only that, our names have been all over everything. If you wanted to know what was happening with me you would have looked.”
“I couldn't bear to look! Two men, Amelia. Really? You know what that makes you look like, don’t you?”
I throw out my arms, grabbing both Wes and Dean, knowing they’d lose it at her words. They both still at my touch. My mom’s eyes dart back and forth between Wes and Dean, furious.
“I love you, but you have to come to terms with them. I’m married to them.”
“You know how this makes us look?”
“I don’t care how it makes me look. I’m happy that’s all that matters.”
“She should leave,” Wes growls, not even addressing my mother.
“You don’t need this stress,” Dean adds. He turns, his hand coming to my belly.
“No!” my mother gasps. “Do you even know which is the father?” she cries, her face turning red.