Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
“Hey. They’re my favorite,” I say, realizing I left my drink in my closet.
“You’re such a liar. There’s a layer of dust caked on them. The last time you wore them, your mom was still pregnant with you.” Iz laughs at herself, and honestly, I’m right there with her. Where the hell does she get this shit from? “Don’t think for one moment that I haven’t noticed you didn’t answer my question.”
My mind goes blank, and I try to figure out what the hell she’s talking about. “What question?” I demand, tossing the sandals over my shoulder and backing up to drop my ass on my couch to put my boots on, only I miss and end up on the floor. Maybe I’ve gone a little too hard on the pre-drinks.
“Waxing your own coochie? Don’t tell me you do that.”
I scoff. “No, this coochie has been lasered to silky smooth perfection,” I tell her, certain she already knew that. “In my younger years, I’ve been known to give the good old Brazilian wax a try, and let me tell you, it was a horrendous disaster every single time. Zero out of five stars. I do not recommend.”
Izzy howls with laughter from the bathroom. “Was it a leg propped up on the bathtub kind of situation, or a towel on the ground and a mirror staring right at your bush?”
My cheeks flush, heating with embarrassment, but when it comes to me and Iz, nothing is off limits. “I’m ashamed to say all three.”
“Three?” she laughs, sticking her head out of the bathroom and gaping at me. “I only said two. What’s the third option?”
My phone rings from somewhere in the kitchen, and I drag my ass off the floor, one boot off and one boot on. “Saved by the bell,” I laugh, hurrying to find my phone and cursing myself for not leaving it on the counter like a normal fucking person.
“What? No! What’s the third option?”
I ignore Iz as I dig through drawers and check the pantry before finally looking in the freezer and finding my chilled phone hanging out by the Oreo ice cream. Big & Long Schlong #2 appears on my screen, and I swipe my thumb across the screen, accepting the call.
“Oh heyyyyy,” I drawl, holding the phone away from my face as I search the screen for the little FaceTime button.
“What . . . What the hell are you doing?”
“Turn your camera on, Mr. Big and Long Schlong number two.”
Laith groans. “You know damn well I’m not number two,” he says as his dazzling smile appears on my screen. “Don’t you think it’s about time I get prime position at the top?”
“Ooooh, no can do,” I tease, taking Laith along with me into the bathroom so Izzy can say hi as she continues working on her makeup. “I’m actually thinking of demoting you to number three. Actually, potentially number four. The jury’s still out on that one.”
His jaw drops, and as Izzy’s brows furrow, I realize I’ve said too much. She knows all about my thrilling few days with the alluring Knight Slater, but I haven’t said a word about the man who appeared in my bedroom, demanding I play a twisted game of hide and seek that ended with me coming hard on his thick fingers.
“Four?” Laith sputters. “How the—just how many dicks have you been riding? I know it’s been a little while since I blew your mind last, but shit, tiger. I think my feelings are hurt.”
“Your feelings?” Izzy mutters beside me. “As far as I was aware, there’s only one new dick bouncing around Harper’s face, and here I am finding out there could be two.”
“Oh shut up,” I laugh. “There is only one new dick in the picture. I just meant that it’s so fantastically massive that it would be criminal for it not to take out both first and second place.”
“I . . . I’m still offended,” Laith mutters. “In the very least, I should be holding on to third. You haven’t even thought about Big and Long Schlong number one in years. I think he should be the one demoted. Not me. After all, I’m the one putting in all the work.”
Izzy scoffs. “From what I’ve heard, you’re going to have to up your game. You’ve been slacking, and while your new loyalty card remains unpunched, someone else has been taking our girl to pound town.”
“Let him,” Laith scoffs. “She always comes running back when she realizes nobody does it better than me.”
Forgetting I’m on camera, my face twists, knowing that while Laith is certainly a high achiever, he could never compare to how it was with Knight. Even how it was with my stalker in my bedroom. It was certainly strange, but there’s no denying just how intense it was.