Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Now, anyone who’s been around this town for a while knows that Mig isn’t exactly the nicest one of us. He doesn’t even pretend to be. So there she was, walking straight in and right up to Mig like they knew each other,” Wolf continued. “And not one of us thought it was odd at the time. We went on about our business, drinking and having fun. Mig tried to ignore the woman and was doing spectacularly at it until a fight broke out among two young girls over who was going to play pool next.”
“Okay… So, what happened then?” Annie asked while Wolf paused to take a sip of his beer.
“What happened next was cloudy for most of us. All we saw was Mig breaking up the fight, then going back to his table where he was talking to a couple local officers and drinking his beer,” Griffin started. “The next thing we know, he’s taking Jennifer to his bedroom and leaving the party. But who are we to block him from what he wants.”
“Except…” Annie urged.
“Except for Mig waking up the next morning totally blank on what happened, with a headache from hell, and a sore cock,” Ridley piped in.
Annie blinked, turning to me.
“You were drugged?” Her voice rose.
I nodded, the bile burning deep.
“Went to the doctor the next morning thinking I was dying. Turns out I had enough roofies in my system to knock out a two-ton rhino,” I answered.
“And you think it was Jennifer?” Annie asked.
“I know it was Jennifer. Went searching for her the next day and found her brother who informed me just how vindictive his sister really is. Took me to her room in the apartment they shared, saw the fuckin pill bottle that the roofies came in. Took it to have it tested, then came back to confront Jennifer a week later where she told me her plan. Apparently, her mother had helped her come up with a plan to bag herself a ‘heir’ as a husband,” I answered.
“You’re an heir?” She asked.
Casten slid the bottle of vodka he’d been sharing with Ridley for the last half hour across the table.
It came to a stop in front of Annie, and she was looking at it in confusion.
“My dad owns Konn Vodka,” I answered.
Her eyes widened.
“I think I have some of that in my cabinet right now,” she answered, turning the bottle around.
“I think everyone does,” Lenore answered, pulling the bottle to her and looking at the label.
“So what happened next?” Annie asked.
“Didn’t hear from her again for eight weeks. Then she shows up at my work and tells me that she’s pregnant,” I answered.
“And you fucking married her?” Annie screeched.
I snorted.
“After I had a DNA test to make sure the kid was mine, yes.”
Annie shook her head. “And I thought my ex-husband was bad.”
I snorted. “Maybe we could compare notes about the shittiness of our spouses.”
“He’s not my spouse anymore. You’re fucked, I’m not.”
Ain’t that the truth?
“We have a poll going to see when he breaks it off with her,” Casten said, getting up and walking to the board at the back of the room and pulling it to the table.
I rolled my eyes at the men’s guesses that were written down on the huge dry erase board that they’d bought specifically for my viewing pleasure.
Griffin’s guess of a month had already passed seeing as we’d been married for six now.
The rest of the guesses spanned from an eight-month time period to two years.
And the way I left it with Jennifer tonight, I doubted that I’d be seeing eight months.
I’d gotten home from work early for once, but only because I’d needed to change my clothes before I went to the clubhouse.
And I’d found Jennifer on the couch talking to someone.
She’d freaked when I’d shown up, immediately hanging up the phone and looking at me like she’d seen a ghost.
I had a feeling if I took her phone away from her, I’d have seen a man on the receiving end of Jennifer’s call.
Something I planned on researching tomorrow.
But that wasn’t even the biggest problem.
Once Jennifer realized I was going out without her, she’d threatened to leave.
When I’d left anyway, I’d seen her staring at me like I’d committed a sin right in front of God himself.
“Can I get in on that?” Annie asked, tossing me a wink over her shoulder.
I wanted to wrap her up in my arms.
Instead, I shook my head and stared at the board as Ridley wrote down Annie’s guess.
Seven months.
And for some reason, I had a feeling that she was about to pull out all the stops when it came to us.
And I was about to have a hell of a time resisting her.
Because when it came to Annie, I had no resistance.
The only thing keeping me from taking her as my own was Annie not pursuing me.