Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
He widens his eyes at me. “No,” he mouths at me as he smirks.
I smile as I hunch my shoulders. “Okay, eight. What do you want me to wear?” I bite my bottom lip in cheek.
His eyes hold mine as he raises a brow. “What do you want to wear?” he asks sexily.
“You,” I whisper as I smile.
He shakes his head and smiles darkly. “Behave, Miss Marx, or your mother might get a show on the living room floor.”
My eyes widen. “Oh right, shit, I forgot she was here.” I kiss him quickly and rush back into the apartment to see my mother making tea.
I hunch my shoulders and bite my lip to hide my smile as I close the door behind me.
“And?” Mum smiles.
I flop onto the lounge and hold my heart. “Oh my God, Mum, he’s so perfect it’s scary.”
She blows onto her coffee to cool it. “He’s definitely gorgeous, I will give him that. Sorry to interrupt. I have put the key back on the counter, so I don’t do it again.”
I smile sadly at her. “You okay?” I ask.
She shrugs. “I will be. It just got to me, seeing all of Mum’s friends saying goodbye to her.”
“It would,” I sigh. “It will be ok, Mum. She is going to be with Grandpa when she dies, and Dad. Dad will be there to meet her.” My eyes tear over.
She nods as her tears start to fall. “I miss your father, Natasha.” She sobs as she drops her head into her hands.
I rub her back. “Me too, Mum, me too.”
It’s ten past eight and Joshua hasn’t arrived. I’m starting to panic. I have been ready since seven. I stand at my front window looking up the street. Where are you, baby? Please come. Then I see the four-car procession pull around the corner and I practically jump for joy. He’s here. I quickly pour myself a glass of wine to calm my nerves. This is it, our whole future rests on me and how I handle this tonight. I don’t know why I thought he would just take me back, but I did. He’s not going to. I just know it.
Knock, knock.
I smile as I open the door. “Use your key. You don’t need to knock.”
“Hi.” He looks around nervously and I see him catch sight of the framed photos I have of him on my sideboard. He frowns. “You ready?”
I stand back from the door. “Come in.” I gesture with my hand to the living room. “Would you like a glass of wine?” I ask. I need to drag this night out as long as I can.
He smiles and nods.
“Yes, please. How are you feeling?” He gestures to my drink.
I cringe with embarrassment as my cheeks turn red.
“Was I appalling last night?”
He laughs. “Yes, totally.” He nods to accentuate his point.
I put my face in my hands.
“Can’t you be a gentleman and tell me I wasn’t that drunk?”
He laughs out loud. “No, I have never seen you so drunk. It was very entertaining. You even let me in on a few of your sordid secrets.”
My eyes widen. “Like what?” I pour the wine into his glass as he holds it.
“Like the massage yesterday,” he sneers.
My eyes flick up to meet his. Oh shit, me and my big mouth. Why in the hell would I tell him that? I’m mortified knowing it myself.
I close my eyes as shame rips through me. When I open them Joshua is glaring at me.
“Why in the hell would you let some sleazy masseur touch you?” he snaps.
“Why do you let cheap strippers and whores touch you?” I stammer.
He narrows his eyes. “That’s different,” he snaps.
I frown. “No, it’s not. I know you went to the VIP room on Friday night. I think you said that you needed to get laid, to be exact.”
He puts his hand on his hip. “Well, I didn’t. So, stop it.” “Joshua, you brought this up, not me.”
“Did you orgasm?” he snaps.
I cringe again. “Ready to go?” I need to change the bloody subject, so I gesture to the door.
“No, we are not going anywhere until you tell me what that masseur did to you.”
I start to twist my fingers in front of me in shame. “We went and had pedicures and manicures and waxing…what you like.” I’m talking way too fast and nervously. “You know how you like me smooth.” I smile and widen my eyes at him to try and be cute. It doesn’t work and he continues to glare at me blankly.
“And?” he snaps.
“And Abbie has this massage place she goes to once a month and she made appointments for us. Didge and I thought it was just regular massage and then when we got there, I had this masseur and ̶”
“Antonio,” he says deadpan.
Oh shit, I even told him his name. I need to wear a muzzle when I’m drunk in public in future, this is appalling.