Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Law: Can’t make it tonight, sweets. Work came up. Call you when I can. Xoxox
“What’s that face?” Butch asks pulling my eyes from the text. The disappointment must be showing on my face. Maybe a night alone isn’t so bad. I could go to that cute lingerie place in town and get a few things. I own, like, two cute pairs of underwear, and I’ve already worn them both twice. I want something different and fun.
“Law just canceled on me.” I try to make my voice flat, like it’s no big deal, but Butch puts his arm around me.
“Come have a few beers with Paine and me.”
It’s better than sitting at home. “Sure. I just need to run home and change before I make a quick stop. Meet you guys there?”
“Sounds good. You can help me poke bossman about the blonde piece of ass he was drooling all over today.”
I snort, remembering how Paine looked when the woman walked into the shop. I thought he might trip over his own feet to get to her. It was worse when she seemed to give him the slip. Now he’s been back in his office pouting about it for the last twenty minutes. I didn’t even know Paine could pout.
“See you guys there.” I head to my locker, grab my shit, and head home. I rush through a shower, and it only takes me thirty minutes to be back in town. I threw on some jeans and a simple black tee with my boots. It’s not like I’m trying to impress tonight. I have a man. The simple thought makes me blush and giddy with excitement. I have a man. I say it over and over again in my head, loving it more every time.
Deciding to drop my car in the bar parking lot, I walk towards Main Street in the direction of the lingerie shop. It’s a small town, and if you park anywhere by the main road, you can pretty much walk anywhere. Walking by the different shops and stores, I stop suddenly when a familiar face catches my attention. The sudden glance makes my stomach drop.
There, in the little Italian restaurant, I see the Mayor and his wife, with Law, and a leggy blonde who I’ve never seen before. They’re all sitting at a table together, and Law is holding the blonde’s hand. Like he feels my eyes on him, he turns to look at me, but I sidestep the glass window and lean against the brick building, trying to get my pounding heart under control.
Fucking work shit, my ass. Jesus, could Butch have been more right? Suddenly, I feel like his dirty little secret. Law never takes me out to dinner, nor does he even talk about his family. If it wasn’t for the fact that it’s common knowledge that he’s the Mayor’s son, I would’ve never known.
It burns. Holy shit, does it fucking burn. I push the tears back and shake off the hurt, going with anger instead. I was about to go get lingerie for his ass and set up something sexy. I was going to call him out on taking shit from my house and putting it in his. Tell him he didn’t have to play games, that I wanted to be there.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
I should’ve known better. I see how my brothers burn through beautiful women. Hell, I live with Butch, and I see how he burns through them. I’m a tomboy and a plain Jane at best. How did I expect to keep someone like Law?
My phone buzzes in my back pocket, and I see I have two texts. One from Butch and one from Law. Is he texting me while he’s on a date? A date he took to meet his father? I grit my teeth and click on Butch’s text.
Butch: See your car in the bar parking lot. Where you at?
Me: Be there in five.
I cross the street, not wanting to walk right in front of the restaurant again, then head towards the bar. I can’t stop myself from clicking to see what Law said.
Law: Miss you, sweets.
I clutch the phone to keep myself from throwing it. Sweets. I loved that name. How he always said I smell so sweet, taste so sweet, am so sweet. No one had ever called me sweet before him, and I was eating it up. It was like he saw the real me. Yeah, I like to fix cars and watch football and dress down a lot, but I’m a woman, and when he called me sweet, it made me feel like one. Stupid, I snap at myself again. He played you. Got what we wanted. Sex. Some piece of ass on the side to fuck when he wanted, and no one had to know about it.