Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 199344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 997(@200wpm)___ 797(@250wpm)___ 664(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 997(@200wpm)___ 797(@250wpm)___ 664(@300wpm)
Zoey: Yeah…I don’t think a party is the best idea for me right now. Especially with Shannan on the loose. That’s just asking for trouble.
Tarni: Don’t be boring! Shannan’s going to be so far up Noah’s ass, she won’t even notice you there. She’ll probably fuck him in the bathroom, and the second she gets him out of her system, it’ll all be over. Trust me, this is a good thing.
Abby: I mean, not unless he’s the best screw of her life and she turns into a thirsty hoe for him, hanging off his dick every chance she gets.
Tarni: True! But if she’s hanging off his dick, at least she won’t be hanging off Zoey’s!
Zoey: Me and my dick would like to be excused from the narrative.
Tarni: It’s too big to be excused!
A few moments pass, and I feel as though I’ve gotten away with it until another text comes through.
Tarni: Come on, girl. Tell me you’ll come. You love a good party, and don’t even pretend that you’re not dying to let off a little steam. We can do shots, and by the end of the night, you won’t even remember that Noah Ryan exists.
Damn. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.
As I try to respond, Hazel barges through my bedroom door with her arms full of my makeup, hair products, and nail polishes. “PAMPER PARTY!” she calls, barely able to see me over the things piled high in her arms.
She waltzes into my room and dumps everything down on my bed before giving me a wide smile. “Mom says if you’re going to be boring all night then the least you can do is be boring with me and turn me into the most gorgeous princess who ever lived, and by gorgeous, I mean sexy as hell.”
I laugh and roll my eyes before sitting up in bed to make space for Hazel. “Give me a second,” I tell her, scooping my phone up again and hashing out a quick reply.
Zoey: Let me think about it.
Tarni: FUCK YESSSS!!!!!!
Rolling my eyes, I hit play on my playlist and boost the volume just enough to frustrate Mom for calling me boring. Dropping my phone into my lap, I reach across my bed and haul the stack of makeup closer. “Alright,” I say. “What do you want me to do?”
“Everything,” she says, her eyes sparkling with undeniable joy.
“Okay,” I laugh. “But you have to do my makeup too. And my hair and nails. If you get to be a sexy as hell princess, then I get to be one too.”
“I like the way you think,” she says, holding out her hand as serious as can be. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
I shake her hand and get to work, and over the next hour, I transform her into the most dazzling princess that ever lived, going as far as to clip in all of my hair extensions and hitting her with as much glitter as her face can possibly take. After raiding my closet and trying on every dress I own, Hazel stands in front of my mirror, staring at herself as though she can hardly believe it.
“I’m beautiful,” she breathes. “Every prince in the kingdom is gonna want a piece of this ass.”
I laugh while choking on my own spit, wishing like hell I could scrub that sentence from my memory. Then grabbing my phone, I open my camera, having done this enough times to know she won’t go away until she’s had a full photoshoot to go along with it. “Give me a twirl, Princess Hazel,” I smile, loving that while she’s definitely too cool to have her big sister walk her into school, she’ll still let me spoil her in the privacy of our home.
Hazel laughs and spins around, watching the way her dress flies out, and I clamber off my bed before tackling her to the ground and holding the camera up for the best selfie we’ve ever taken, only the little brat sticks her tongue out and licks the whole side of my face.
“Ewwwww,” I groan, grabbing her face and holding her down before dragging my slobber-filled cheek down the side of hers, sharing the love.
“NOOOOOO!” she howls. “You’ll ruin my makeup.”
She shoves me away and gets to her feet before checking her reflection in my mirror, and as she falls even more in love with herself, I trudge back across my room, more than ready to put all the makeup away before my bed turns into a cosmetic massacre.
“Nuh-uh,” Hazel sings, her eyes brimming with excitement. “It’s my turn.”
Ah, shit. I’d almost forgotten.
I’m manhandled into my desk chair, and I sit as still as possible, getting poked in the eye over and over again. It takes a lifetime, but I don’t dare move as I watch the concentration in Hazel’s eyes. If I move even an inch, and she gets even the slightest idea that I’ve ruined her look, then all hell will break loose.