Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Cute.
She turned those eyes to Marcy. “Holy shit. I didn’t think of that.”
“I didn’t either,” Marcy replied, looking equally shocked. “Whoa. But it makes total sense.”
“Your problem is,” Core kept speaking and regained their attention, “you don’t know if this is a contained thing, or if this is a bigger deal. Guys like this can lay waste to only so many women before they have to move along. They’re too pretty not to be noticed. And there are a certain number of hours in each day, so they all might have several women on the go at once, but to keep them believing, they can’t throw them a bone every once in a while. This means there’s a limited amount they can handle at one time. You gotta put the effort in, and this kind of effort takes time. In the end, though, there’s only so much blood you can get from each stone, and once they’re tapped out, these guys are vapor.”
Both women didn’t take their gaze off him.
Core kept talking.
“They might be genius at this shit, willing to go the extra mile and invest some of their take in infrastructure to support the con. Better explanation, they bump a percentage to someone higher up on the food chain, someone who recruited and trained them for this deal. That someone builds websites and sets up receptionists that take messages and provides them with BMWs, expensive watches, and good-enough-to-fool-them knockoffs to give out as gifts. Or that gift is the real thing, they just scammed it off some other poor woman who fell for their shit.”
Neither of them said anything, but both of their eyes were even bigger.
Core got to the important stuff.
“In other words, you’re not gonna do dick to get on the radar of these assholes. You tell your girl what you know, minus the part where you saw his buds at his house, and strongly suggest she scrape him off. If she gets scammed from there, that’s her deal and at least you tried.”
“Okay, no,” Hellen refuted. “That’s not what friends do. She needs to know it all.”
“Sweetheart, I guarantee you this guy gives exceptional head. He’s so good at it, he might be even better at it than me,” he told her.
Color came up in her cheeks that belied her sharp tone. “Why would you say that?”
“Because you can get hooked to the car and the restaurants and the gifts. But if you start giving your money to some schmuck you’ve known a couple of months and think you’re in love, I don’t care how good-looking he is, you’re getting laid in a way you like a whole fuckin’ lot.”
“This is no lie. Remember that guy I dated, Hell? The one I got head from, and it was so good, if he asked, I would have given him a month’s rent. Wouldn’t even blink. Fortunately for me, he didn’t ask,” Marcy put in. “Unfortunately for me, that was all he did well. Still, I considered hanging on, just for the good part.”
Hellen didn’t pipe up, which made Core look to his lap while he did a slow grin, because he knew then she’d never been gone down on that good.
“You’re impossible,” Hellen hissed.
He turned his grin to her.
She did an eye roll ending on a side-eye with such perfection, he wanted to reward her with a kiss.
Instead, he took a pull off his beer.
“I think you have more explaining to do,” Hellen pushed.
He swallowed and said, “Right. This is how it’s gonna go. He’s going to have an answer for everything she throws at him. You need to prepare because she’s going to believe him. But the reason you don’t tell her this is a larger sting is because she’s going to be so into him, she’s going to tell him everything you say. That means he’ll know you know. And that won’t make him happy. Because those boys aren’t done in Denver, and they’re not gonna have some bitches messing up their paydays. You with me?”
Slowly, Hellen turned her head to Marcy, who was already staring at Hellen, and he knew they were with him.
Neither of these two were stupid, that was clear.
Hellen looked back to him.
“We can’t let him take any more of her money.”
“There is no ‘we,’” he returned. “As of now, you are out of it. You tell her what you know, you’ve done your duty. If she lets him clean her out, that’s on her.”
“But we don’t know anything damning except his partners in crime,” Hellen fired back. “We can’t say, ‘Hey, Bree, you need to dump Christos because we looked into him, and everything checks out, but we continue to have a bad feeling about him.’ We’ve already told her we thought things were fishy.”
“How’d she respond?”
“She got really mad.”
“That’s because you’re trying to come between her and her orgasms,” Core concluded.