Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Ugh, he’s okay, I guess.” That’s the first thing I heard when I turned on the mic.
“But he’s no Mr. Hottie. He won’t make the same beautiful babies.”
Damn straight!
“I thought it didn’t matter who it was with as long as he got the job done. Besides, I don’t think the owner of a nightclub would let you pay him to have his baby.”
“Owner? Did you say, owner? Of this club?”
“Didn’t he tell you? I thought you knew.” Nat answered. Stephanie jumped down off the barstool and grabbed her wrist after finishing her fruity drink.
“What’re you doing?”
“We’ve gotta go.”
“What? Why?”
“He heard me talking to my cooch; now he thinks I’m crazy, and he couldn’t wait to kick me out. Let’s go!”
I stood up from my seat, not even sure why and called downstairs to the guys on the front door because I wasn’t going to make it in time.
“Jaxxon, female black on brown five-three, white dress, big colorful flowers, detain her. Put her in the executive suite and her friend on the other side.”
STEPH
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this before we came here.” Okay, ideally, I was hoping to catch a glimpse of Mace Donovan from afar. I didn’t need him to see me or even say hello; I just needed to see him one more time to convince my cooch and my sub-conscience that there was no way he was as perfect as they remembered.
I had to do this against my better judgment because all week, my cooch has been caterwauling something fierce. Apparently, she’d gotten up close and personal with his morning wood and was convinced he was just what she needed to cure her of her ten-year disappointment.
“Hurry, Nat. With my luck, he’d be coming through the door as we’re leaving. I couldn’t stand the humiliation.” That’s right, every time Ms. Know it all started, I’d just remind myself of the humiliation of walking away limping with my shoes half off my feet, wild hair, and raccoon eyes.
I hadn’t noticed the eyes for some reason while I was in his bathroom. Probably because I’d gone cockeyed, but I did think I did a pretty good job of combing my hair with my fingers. I did not. By the time I got out of the Uber, which I’d walked a couple of blocks away to call (Can you imagine if I’d stood around outside the club and he came out and got in his car and drove away)? I’d have died of embarrassment.
Anyway, after that half-assed walk of shame, where I did nothing to be ashamed of so, I got all the humiliation and none of the good stuff; I’d slithered into my house like the one night stand slut I aspired to be and got a look at myself when I had to offload my bladder once again. I damn near thought there was someone else in the room with me. In all my years, I’ve never left the house looking anything but put together.
And to think I’d stood in her bedroom looking like that. It bothered me at the most inopportune times throughout the week. I just hopped into my head out of nowhere, bringing me to shame.
When Nat told me what all I’d been saying that night, I wasn’t too put out. It was just her and I at the bar; after all, no need to be embarrassed since no one else heard. And I still stand by what I said, even though he’d kicked me out so unceremoniously. Then I’d started telling myself that maybe he needed to get me out of there before his boss, the owner of the club, found out. And now I learn that that too is incorrect, and he is indeed the owner himself, and he just doesn’t like me.
“Excuse me, Ms.”
“Who me?” I looked up at the giant who came to stand next to me in his tux, looking like a cowboy in a Manhattan high rise, in other words, out of place. He looked like he should be wearing tank tops that show off his many tattoos, assuming he had any to go with his rough and tumble bad boy look.
Now, why can’t he do anything for me? He’s fine. Not as fine as baby daddy, but he’s polite when he talks to me. I smiled, ready to turn on the charm, while Nat had gone suddenly mute beside me.
“Yes, you. I’m afraid I’m gonna have to ask you to come with me.”
My mouth fell open, but before I could say anything, he was leading me away with his hand on my elbow. Nat came out of her lust stupor long enough to go into lawyer mode. “Excuse me, where do you think you’re taking her?”
“You’re coming too red.” She preened and did that goofy thing she does when she’d trying to pretend she’s still a virgin and not a three-time divorcee.