Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
“What?” gasps Bethany with a horrified look. “What are you talking about?”
It’s all coming back to me, and I smile grimly.
“Yeah, this happened way before we met you, sweetheart. This woman came in, saying that she was writing a story for Allure, I think it was. Something about new developments in injectables. You know that we give interviews all the time right? It’s part of our marketing strategy.”
Bethany nods, her expression growing more horrified by the moment as Ryder looks on, his face grim.
“Well, the woman who came in was batshit off the reservation. And I mean, absolutely uncontrollable not to mention utterly unprofessional. She was wearing head-to-toe fluorescent clothes and a funny little hat, but it wasn’t just that. When Ryder and I stepped into the conference room, she was bent over the table, showing us her bare pussy. And it wasn’t a pretty pussy, either, believe me. She was dry and shriveled-looking down there. Let me tell you, this is someone who could really benefit from a vaginal rejuvenation.”
Bethany gasps, unable to even speak, as I continue this sordid tale.
“Obviously, we turned her down. We like them creamy and cute, and not strung out and desperate. But this woman just wouldn’t take no for an answer. Even after we got her to turn around and pull down her skirt, she kept baring her breasts during the interview, and blaming it on a “nip slip” or a “wardrobe malfunction.” The bitch was incredible, and I think Ryder and I were both relieved when she left.”
“More than relieved,” he adds in a grim tone. “I was half expecting a lawsuit because people like that are so twisted. You never know when someone like that is going to spin around and accuse you of doing something wrong.”
I nod.
“Well, we thought we were rid of her until today, obviously. I had no idea that this was the same woman. Go figure. How did you put two and two together?” I ask my partner.
He shrugs.
“It wasn’t hard. I called a friend at Plastic Times, who said the editorial board had a source that was sketchy at best, which is why there were no names mentioned, and no byline on the article. And then I started making a list of our potential enemies. I mean, our competitors don’t love us, but they wouldn’t do something like this, either. It had to be that crazy bitch from a long time ago.”
“And when I said my friend was a reporter, it clicked, didn’t it?” breathes Bethany. “Suddenly, it all made sense.”
“Yeah,” adds Ryder in a grim tone. “I’m so sorry this happened, sweetheart. Realizing that someone you thought cares about you actually hates your guts is always tough. It’s like a stab to the heart, wrenching and painful.”
Bethany nods, going a little tearful again, but then she speaks softly.
“No, I’m the one who’s sorry,” she says in an emotional tone. “I should have known. Wanda’s been acting weird lately, and even more so than usual. She was so judgmental about my meeting with you, and then the whole vaginoplasty thing was strange too. You know, she’s the one who kept saying that I needed one and that I should get it checked out.”
“You don’t need one,” I interject in a growl. “You’re tight in both your pussy and your ass, so you don’t need a vaginoplasty nor an anal rejuvenation.”
Bethany colors at the frank words, but she smiles tearfully at me.
“I know,” she says. “This whole thing was a farce because we were misled by someone who’s clearly incredibly troubled in her mind. Can you forgive me, Ryder and Ranger?” she asks in a soft tone. “I’m so sorry this happened.”
My business partner and I share a look, and then immediately both of us are on the couch, taking one of her hands in each of ours.
“Don’t be sorry,” he growls. “It’s not your fault. You went in with a true heart, baby, and never had any malicious intentions. We know you never intended to do any wrong.”
“And there’s been no harm,” I add. “We thought the practice was in trouble but in fact, nothing’s happened. There’s been no drop off in patients, and no colleagues calling to ask if anything’s amiss. I mean, something could develop in the next month or so, but the way things are looking, I think it’s just overblown. Epinine is going to be fine, baby girl, so don’t worry about a thing.”
Bethany looks at us with a sheen to her beautiful eyes.
“So we’re good?” she asks in a trembling voice. “Everything’s okay?”
I lean in to seizer her lips as Ryder presses a heartfelt kiss to her hand.
“Everything is more than okay,” I rumble. “You are ours, and we are yours, sweetheart. I admit, that the way we met wasn’t exactly right. We shouldn’t have touched you in the exam room that first time, but the only thing I can say in our defense is that we corrected the situation as soon as possible. You see, we wanted to start off on the right foot with you. You mean too much to us sweetheart.”