Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
While they were hashing their shit out, I was replaying the evening in my head and weighing everything. I had the piece of paper that I had used to write the pros and cons in my purse, and the truth is, there was only one con: the fact that we didn’t really know each other.
Top of the pros list was the fact that I was wildly attracted to him, not to mention the fact that everything he did was right up my alley. I like a man who takes control, not sure why, because I hate not being in control of things. But the thing that stands out glaringly is the fact that he seems to know me and has no interest in changing who I am.
I’ll just have to push him to the limit this coming year and see how well he hangs in there. Look, I was going to go the distance with someone I barely liked for free. So, why not marry one of the wealthiest men on the planet with the same deal going in?
I got a little tingle at the thought that I might get even more than money out of this union. He wasn’t looking too small in those swim trunks, though I didn’t get to see nearly enough. A little sound escaped my lips; I guess because they were all staring at me like I was standing there naked.
“What?”
“Why are you making that sound? And why the hell are you blushing?” Why are my brothers always watching me? Nosy as shit! I waved them off and headed for the bathroom giving them the impression that that was the cause for my odd behavior.
The fact that I walked crooked because I was trying to ease the sudden ache in my crotch gave credence to my lie. Dammit, maybe I should’ve fucked him first. Now I’m really going to buy a pig in a poke. Whatever, he can’t be worse in that department than Denny, and I’ve put up with his shit for four years, with nothing to show for it but a burning bed, I might add.
ALYSSA
They finally left sometime around midnight when I reminded them about the boat ride the next day, and I climbed into bed feeling lighter than I have in days. Now, mind you, I haven’t thought about Denny in weeks. Why? Because I like to compartmentalize things
Because I wasn’t quite ready to deal with him and that whole ordeal, I’d put it to the back of my mind for later when I was ready to destroy his shit. I guess he may have thought that he was off the hook by now, so he wouldn’t expect me to pop up out of nowhere.
Denny and I have shared friends, or had, who all knew something had gone wrong with our relationship. I’d simply told them when everything went down that he had cheated, but I didn’t tell them with who. Some of them thought it was with Sherry since I had cut her off, but I corrected them that it was not her, but didn’t tell them who.
So, before I fell asleep that night I sent them a text in the group chat alerting them to the fact that I was getting married this weekend. The wedding had been planned for family only, but his family, obviously, had been disinvited, and our friends were supposed to watch a livestream of the ceremony so as to feel like a part of it.
The reason I didn’t invite them was because I wasn’t about to ask my parents to pay all that money for a ceremony that was going to take at most ten minutes. But the plan was to have a party upon our return after the honeymoon.
So, I dropped that little tidbit and told them they could still tune in if they chose to, but gave no other information. Then I listened to the pings on my phone as they asked a million questions, which I didn’t answer.
I know for a fact that at least two of those people in the group of about twenty were going to mention it to Denny. Now, I haven’t spoken to Denny since the day I left to go to that meeting out of town, so he has no idea about what is going on in my life. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
I also know that my ex-best friend, the cheating apologist, was going to hear about it somehow, and since she had been slated to be my maid of honor, this, more than anything, would tell her that I was well and truly done.
Surprisingly, she was always the one getting on me for being cold and just cutting people off when they crossed my boundaries. She could never understand how my head worked and how I was able to cut off my emotions at will, and since it’s not something I could put into words, it was never really explained.