Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“Pops didn’t leave any money behind other than a life insurance policy that he set up twenty-five years ago when he was still quite sane,” he said truthfully. “He helped me pay for my house. And before you say that money was yours, I want you to remember that it was me who took care of Pops over the last few years. And this money would’ve been spoken for if he’d gone into a government assisted living program, but he’d come to live with me. So yeah, I benefitted from that. But I’ve also been the one to take him to every cancer appointment, every doctor’s appointment, every treatment, every follow up appointment. Every single thing I’ve taken him to in the last few years. Were you ever here to help? No. So if you feel the need to take me to court, go ahead. But I’ll win. And then you’ll have to pay for the attorney fees. And then you’ll only be worse off than you are right now.”
That was news to me—Pops paying for some of Felix’s house—but it made sense.
“I’m going to see you in court,” Woody snarled.
Felix shrugged his shoulder, then reached to point his key fob at his car, which started with a loud rumble.
Woody stomped his foot, then turned on it to march away.
I waited until he was completely gone, then reached for another taco. “Can we eat these now before they get any colder?”
Felix got the door for me since I was now double fisting two tacos, then laughed as he shut the door on me.
He got into the driver’s seat, then reached for his big ol’ burrito.
I kept myself leaned over the bag of food, dripping my taco into it so as not to make a mess of his car.
Felix had no such compunction.
When I gave him shit for it, he shrugged and said, “I pay for it to get detailed once every couple of months or so. It’s a car. It’ll buff.”
I rolled my eyes. ‘It’ll buff’ was one of his favorite sayings lately.
“Whatever you say, darling. Whatever you say.”
He reached over and squeezed my taco, making it splatter.
“Hey!” I cried out in surprise. “That was my taco!”
He winked. “Look at the mess you made, baby.”
I looked at the car, seeing pieces of taco shell, cheese, and meat on the ground and seat around me.
I rolled my eyes and ate what was left of the taco, using my hand as a bowl.
Funny enough, it was even better all smashed to bits.
I’d remember that for next time.
CHAPTER 21
My body is a machine that turns dicks into sucked dicks.
-Text from Val to Felix
VAL
Okay, so we might or might not be living together.
And since we were living together, I now remembered all the things that Felix used to do to drive me absolutely insane.
I suppose, over the last couple of years, I’d been able to forget all the bad, and remember only the good of what I no longer had.
But now that I’d been practically living with my attending for the month, the man I’d always said was the one who got away, I’d found out that he wasn’t as perfect as I’d made him out to be.
He was loud.
So. Fucking. Loud.
Why the fuck did someone have to listen to their phone on full blast every single time they watched a video?
Also, why did the man insist on leaving his clothes on the floor and then complaining when I stepped on them and got them wet when he left them in the bathroom?
Also, why did he have to be so damn messy when he got out of the shower? Why couldn’t the man understand that there was a reason for a towel and a bathmat?
Then there were his bathroom habits.
Sure, I knew that men pooped overly long.
But sometimes it felt like he was in there for thirty damn minutes, and that was where all my supplies were so I could get ready.
And, seeing as the moment we’d made it official he’d decided to start doing bathroom remodeling in the other two bathrooms, it meant I had nowhere else to go.
I loved the man, but I didn’t love him enough to endure the smell of his poop while I got ready every morning.
Which really was what led us to now.
The man had been in there for a long time today.
At this point, I was convinced that he was just doing it to annoy me, because he knew I was going out to breakfast with a male co-worker—platonically—and that I needed to get ready a little bit earlier than usual.
Hence him staying in there way longer than he should have, knowing damn well I wouldn’t go in there until he was done.
But seriously, being a baby doctor was hard. Sometimes it was great to commiserate with your peers. Hence coffee.