Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
5 p.m.
I am at Oscar’s waiting for the girls. I’m excited to see them. I have news and it’s good news. Bridget and Abbie arrive fifteen minutes late and walk over to our low sunken leather lounge deep in conversation.
“So, then what did you say?” Abbie hunches her shoulders.
“Hi, what’s going on?” I ask. Abbie flops into the lounge, blows out a breath, throws her head back and closes her eyes.
“What’s going on?” I wince.
“Tristan wants to be exclusive.”
“Huh, who’s Tristan?” I frown.
Abbie points at me. “Exactly,” she snaps.
Bridget does wide eyes at me. “Army guy,” she snaps.
“Oh, of course.” I frown. I probably should have known that. “What happened?”
Abbie pulls a sad face at me. “He said he wants to be exclusive or he can’t see me anymore.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “And?”
She throws her arms in the air. “You know I can’t do that.”
Bridget and I frown at each other.
“OK,” I whisper.
“Why in the hell not? You can’t fuck around for the rest of your life,” Bridget snaps.
Abbie scowls at Bridget. “Watch me.” We all fall silent as the waitress comes over and takes our order.
“Change the bloody subject. I’m not discussing this.”
Bridget rolls her eyes at me and I nod.
“So, what’s happening with Mr. Stanton?” Abbie smiles.
I lean back onto the lounge and swoon. “He’s amazing.”
Abbie pulls a disgusted face at Bridget. “He’s not that amazing—he slept with TC.” I shiver at the mention of her name. “What did he say about that?”
“He ’fessed up that he slept with her.”
“Fuck off,” Bridget snaps.
I nod, “I know, gross huh.”
Abbie fake-punches her hand. “I swear I am going to take that bitch down. First James, now Joshua. Who’s next? Jeremy?” We all nod and agree at the disgusting turn of events.
“What did he say? Oh shit, that’s right, what did he say about his frigging mother?” Bridget puts her hands up to her cheeks.
“Nothing. He told her we are back on.”
“Holy shit,” Abbie whispers, wide eyed.
“We’ve decided we are going to try to make a go of it.” They both smile beaming smiles at me, which I can’t help returning. “He sent me roses and lingerie today and said I will be picked up at eight by my bodyguard.”
They both frown at me. “Fuck off,” Abbie snaps. “You have a fucking bodyguard now?”
I frown and nod. “Apparently, I need one.”
“This is James Bond shit and, trust me, you are no Bond girl.”
I laugh. “You’ve got that right.”
A little girl walks up to us while her mother orders.
“Hello.” Abbie smiles.
The little girl glares at us and walks off. Abbie hunches her shoulders and laughs.
“Getting clucky, Abbie?” I ask.
“God no,” she winces. “I don’t cluck, I fuck.” We all burst out laughing.
“What about you, Bridge? How’s Jeremy?”
She smiles and fake bats her eyelashes. “Perfect.”
Abbie does cross eyes and lurches to simulate throwing up. Hmm, I nod. How do you go from thinking a guy is cheating to being totally in love in the space of three weeks?
Bridget grabs my arm. “Oh shit, I forgot. What did Josh say about Ivy?”
I frown. “Who’s Ivy?”
Bridget rolls her eyes. “The frigging vet.”
I pull a disgusted face. “You mean Amelie.”
She nods. “Yeah, that’s her.”
I shrug my shoulders. “I didn’t ask him.”
“Why in the hell not?”
I blow out a breath. “At that point of our massive argument I was more worried about TC.”
“Oh shit, what did he say about her?” Abbie is seated on the front of the chair with bated breath waiting for my answer.
“I’m actually embarrassed to tell you.” I wince as I imagine their reaction. Too bad I’m not lying to cover his sleazy ass. “She’s an escort that he had sex with.”
“Fuck off!” Bridget snaps. Abbie’s eyes are the size of the saucers. “No way.”
“Unfortunately, yes.” The girls both sit in silence with frowns on their face. I sip my coffee, acting totally unaffected that my boyfriend uses escorts
“And you’re OK with this?”
I hunch my shoulders.
“Seriously, you need to change your job. You are so desensitized to this shit, it’s frigging scary.”
Is that true? I smile to myself—of course it is. Every second male I see is a sex addict who frequents escorts In fact, I think they do a great service to the community.
“As long as he is loyal to me now is what matters in this early stage of our relationship.”
Abbie rolls her eyes. “Who are you convincing—us or yourself?”
I pull a sad smile and hunch my shoulders again. “You’re right,” I whisper. “This is messed up, but I don’t really know how to deal with this so I’m going with denial.”
“Idiot,” Bridget snaps.
“Totally,” I whisper.
The driver opens the door of the car and I nervously slide out. I am pimped to the nines in the lingerie and sexy dress Joshua has bought me and I’m wearing sky-high stilettos. The dress is stunning and it’s a perfect fit. When did he have time to buy it? Max walks me through to the desk and announces to the three ladies behind the desk, “Mr. Stanton’s guest.” They all look at me up and down and smile.