Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Slowly, I creep down the hall and end up outside of the master bedroom. My eyes widen as I hear a few muffled voices, and then a woman’s shriek rings out, along with the sound of porcelain smashing. Oh my god, there’s a woman who needs help inside! Immediately, I peer through the crack in the door and to my horror, it’s Barron and Flora.
But they’re not having sex. Instead, they’re in the middle of moving something heavy, and dropped something onto the floor. Snippets of their conversation float to my ears.
“There’s way too much stuff,” Barron growls, shooting daggers at Flora. “Are we really supposed to sort through everything just to find a couple of pictures?”
The raven-haired woman glares right back at him.
“Stop complaining!” her strained voice snaps. “It may not be important to you, but it’s very important to me! Up until a few weeks ago I thought I had no pictures at all from my childhood. Now, I find out that a few survived, so of course I’m going to search for them!”
Barron merely shrugs, looking disgusted.
“You were an ugly child anyways,” he growls. “Why are you so hellbent on seeing pictures of yourself back then? Remember that awful bowl cut you had when you were ten?”
“It wasn’t as bad as the mullet that you had, big brother,” she retorts.
“And that wasn’t as bad as the Shirley Temple curls that you had, little sister.”
The two of them stare at one another like bristling lions, but then burst into a fit of laughter. My blood boils as I listen, my fists clenching at my sides as I grit my teeth. Holy shit. Barron and Flora really are siblings, and I can’t take it anymore. Practically hissing with anger, I push the door open and glare at the two people inside. Their eyes widen upon seeing me.
“Danielle,” Barron says in a dumbfounded voice. “What are you doing here? Why have you been ignoring all my calls and texts? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for—“
“You two are fucking disgusting!” I scream. “How can you stand around joking and laughing when you’re actually perverts! How can you bicker like siblings, and then turn around and do something as gross as getting off together? How could you watch your own brother have sex?” I shriek as I glare at Flora.
“Danielle—” Barron begins, but I whirl around to shout at him.
“And how could you allow her to watch us, knowing that she’s your sister? And how could you not tell me who she was beforehand? You didn’t think that that was something that I’d want to know?” I scream.
“Danielle, it isn’t what you think,” Barron holds his hands up in defense. “I can explain—"
“Don’t even try explaining. You two are both a bunch of sick individuals and I—"
“Danielle, that is enough,” Barron snaps, clenching his jaw as he sends me a hard look. I can feel my eyes watering as I stare at him, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath. Barron’s never raised his voice at me, and I don’t like it. Especially not when he has no right to be angry with me when he’s the one in the wrong.
But I blink quickly to fight back my tears and send him the harshest glare that I can muster up because he’s poked the bear … and I’m no fun when I’m angry.
9
BARRON
I’ve been losing my mind over the past few months because I haven’t been able to get a hold of Danielle. She left for lunch with Lacy and Star one day, and never came back. She hasn’t been answering any of my phone calls or texts since then, and neither have Star and Lacy, come to think of it.
But I can see that the curvy girl’s been reading my texts because her read receipts are on. It tells me that she’s alive and well, even if she won’t talk to me. Still, what the fuck happened? Danielle was perfectly happy before she left for that lunch. Everything was fine, and I was looking forward to her return because I had a special surprise for her ready.
I’d been planning an intimate dinner for the two of us where I was going to cook everything myself, using my chef’s kitchen. Even more, after dinner, I was going to ask her to be my girlfriend officially. This is significant because I never thought I’d want to be with just one woman. Traveling the way I do, I meet lots of women all over the world, and have learned to enjoy geishas in Japan, beautiful Circassian village girls, as well as the enigmatic beauties of Sudan. But something’s shifted in me with Danielle, and suddenly, no other woman would do. So I wanted to formalize our relationship. Yet I didn’t get the chance because she never came back.