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)
‘I don’t know what they call it, the raincoat thingy. Lookie here, I saw some things last night; one of them was doing breaststrokes hellbent for leather….’
‘Not now Miss. Kitty, I’ll be late.’ I rushed from the bathroom and found some drawers to shut her up so I could get some peace. I knew damn good and well what she was getting at, but my head was not in the right space for this mess. I caught on to what Mace was up to about the third or fourth time we made love last night, but instead of being freaked out, my mind and body seemed to have gone in a whole other direction.
He'd already let it be known that he’d overheard my conversation with Nat that first night, so the fact that he was still here and not using protection seemed to me to be saying he was on board. So, Miss. Kitty could grumble all she wanted; she was not raining on my parade. Of course, I didn’t believe for a second that I could get pregnant that easily, so that could be the reason for my blasé attitude.
MACE
I came upstairs to see what was taking her so long and heard her talking to her pussy again. I must need my head checked because the shit had become natural to me as well, just to accept that my woman talks to her body parts. Not just talk, but whole-ass conversations. Who am I to judge?
“Steph, breakfast is ready. You coming, or you need more time for your conference?”
“I’m ready. I put on big girl underwear so I can’t hear her mess.” At least she didn’t try to deny it. She’d given up trying to convince me that all women talked to their snatch like it was a new best friend when I reminded her that I’m a grown-ass man who’s been with a woman before. But when I think about it, I’ve talked to my dick more than once, so I guess it’s a thing.
“We need to go shopping for some suits for you, what color is that? Shit brown? That’s not your color.”
“What’s wrong with it?” She looked down at herself in the butt ugly suit she had on.
“Baby, you need bright colors; you’re a bright-color kind of girl.”
“Really? You think so?” From her tone and the hopeful look in her eyes, I surmised that the asshole ex had told her differently, and that’s why she thought she had to dress like a dowdy matron. Just how insecure is this ass anyway? He left a lot for me to unpack, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I don’t have time to think about him anyway; he’s already being taken care of. All that’s left to do now is convince her over breakfast that she’s not meeting my family until they apologize.
She’d given her best arguments the night before as to why I should forgive them and move on, but rug sweeping has never been my thing. I’m still hurt for her because of what was said, and that kind of hurt is worse than if it was me they’d been discussing; something else I didn’t know was possible.
Her ex and his mother were catching their ass, as I just found out when I checked in with the men I had on them while preparing breakfast. Things were moving along just as I expected and even faster, in fact. I didn’t know when I started this that her ex was in a precarious position or that he’d lied about his finances to bag his new woman who had left the marital home and was threatening divorce.
I didn’t know that the family home had been mortgaged to the hilt and his businesses were hanging on by a thread. I didn’t take into consideration that no one had been driving during the pandemic and the fact that once we came out from under that, the price of gas had turned most off from buying vehicles until things calmed down. Looks like I’d caught him at the right damn time. Serves his ass right.
Now all that’s left is the situation with my sister and Stephanie’s hair-brained idea about letting it go. I won’t be setting that precedent, and neither is she. I know I’ll have to face the issue at some point since her reaction told me that she wouldn’t be satisfied until I do, but just giving in is not on the table.
“Mace, where’d you go?”
“Right here, babe, let’s go; we’ve got a lot to do today. I’ll pick you up after work, and we’ll go shopping.”
“You still on that? I have pretty suits; I just don’t wear them.” I knew there was a whole lot more behind that from the way she bit into her lip.
“Show me!”
I followed her into the closet all the way to the back, where she’d hidden away some kickass suits in the bright colors I’d mentioned, still with the tags on them. I didn’t have to ask to know why that was, but I hid my thoughts well. “This one.” I pulled a burnt orange suit from the bunch and held it out to her.