Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
All three look up when I walk in. “Ugh, babes you look how I feel.” George says as I walk in the room. He’s wearing a tank top and sweats, as is Molly.
“Gee thanks babes. You really know how to flatter a girl.” He just laughs. "I feel like actual wank. I'm never drinking again!" I wail.
"You say that every time." Molly rolls her eyes at me.
I sit between George's Knees spreading my legs out on the couch. I lean my head back against his solid chest as he wraps his arms around me. George is my human comfort blanket, whenever I'm ill or upset or just generally down he's my go to person. They’re watching a chick flick. As soon as I sit down Molly turns on me. I can tell she’s itching to talk to me.
“So…” She eyes me. “What happened with you and Mr Millionaire arsehole?” She’s bouncing on the spot, dying for the gossip.
“Well, all I remember is that he brought me home.” I pop a sweet in my mouth.
“He brought you Home!?” She shrieks.
I roll my eyes. “Yes.”
What, like he just dropped you off?” Oh, she’s digging.
“Well no, he helped me in.”
“Helped?” She raises an eyebrow. Oh Jesus, she wants her pound of flesh, I’m going to have to tell her.
“No, I did not have sex with him. Did you see the state of me!? He put me to bed.” George and Harry both erupt into laughter,
“So from what I can gather you’re trying to impress the hot millionaire and instead he ends up putting you to bed. Brilliant!” Harry mocks me. I glare at him. I’m never going to live this down.
"I am not trying to impress him. Quite the opposite." I grumble. I get a sudden flash back of Theo’s anger after I was sick in his car. Oh no! I put my head in my hands. “Oh god, I vommed in his car as well.” The laughter turns to pure hysterics. I can’t help but laugh, it’s just such an awful situation. Last night couldn’t have gone any worse.
“Well he did looked pretty into you, but that may not be the case this morning.” Molly grins. “Still, that kiss looked pretty intense.” The kiss. Shit! What was I thinking, I kissed Theodore Ellis. I turn my head and bury it in George's chest.
“Shit! I was such a mess last night. This is awful. I’m going to have to change jobs.” How could I be so stupid?
“I think that’s a bit extreme. It was only a kiss Lilly. It’s not like he wasn’t willing. He looked pretty keen to me.” Everything comes rushing back to me. ‘I want you Lilly, I need to be in you.’ Ah, even just the memory of those words turns me on.
“He is keen, that’s the problem.” I sigh.
“Sorry, Mr fit as fuck and rich as hell wants you and that’s a problem? Sweetie, you are crazy!” George says.
“He doesn’t want me George, he just wants sex. He’s only really interested because I’m not. I don’t think he’s ever been turned down.”
“Well duh, that’s because he’s seriously fine. That man was created for one thing and one thing only...making women scream.” He winks at me and smiles wickedly. "I don't know what you're complaining about anyway Lilly, you don't do relationships. You've only ever had fuck buddies."
“Ok, I’ve heard enough. Guys that’s my little sister you’re talking about. Too much.” Harry jumps up and goes into the kitchen. Molly and George laugh as we watch him go. Harry is pretty good with listening to our conversations most of the time, he’s used to it. George and Molly sometimes forget that he is my brother.
After an hour or so I go back to my room to gather some washing and I notice a piece of paper on my bedside table. I must have missed it earlier. It’s a business card made from expensive textured card, the front reads ‘Ellis Corporate Ltd’ in bold script, at the bottom in smaller print reads ‘Theodore Ellis M.D’ and a mobile phone number. I turn it over and in neat handwriting it says: ‘Lilly. I’d really like to see you again. Sober. Theo. x’. That’s it? I hold the card and just stare at it for a few moments. I decide that he did bring me home and look after me last night. I should probably thank him and apologise for my god awful behaviour.
I find my phone and type out a text message:
Thank you for bringing me home last night, and for putting up with me. I can only apologise for my behaviour. Sorry. Lilly.
I’m hoping that this will smooth the way for me hopefully keeping my job. He doesn't text back. Probably busy with one of his harem.
Harry is leaving today, so we're going to dinner. I know he's going to ask me how I am, and I know he knows I don't like talking about it, but he's my brother and he worries.