Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Ariya was, for all intents and purposes, a very attractive woman…as long as you didn’t listen to the words that came out of her mouth.
Tate, however, obviously didn’t have any problems with her mouth, because he’d been going back to her and her bed for years now.
I hated her, and everything about her, and had since the day she saw me looking at Tate with longing in my eyes.
“Oh, shit.”
I knew then that Krisney had seen her.
She wasn’t my best friend for nothing.
That day all those years ago, I knew that we’d be friends forever.
But I wouldn’t allow my mind to go down that dark path. I had a nearly full martini in front of me, and I was not going to let that bitch break me like she did when I was younger.
Today was for celebrating. Today was the day that I would not let Ariya Diebold hurt me.
***
Tate
“What’s that look for?” I asked Ariya.
Ariya grimaced and looked away from where she’d been staring.
I chanced a look, and saw Hennessy, and her best friend Krisney, leaning toward each other again.
They were whispering something, making it to where I couldn’t hear any of their conversation, and my dick instantly hardened.
I wasn’t one to want to do a threesome, though I had indulged in a few over my lifetime. They weren’t my thing then, and weren’t my thing now.
But looking at the two beautiful women, light and dark in coloring, inches from each other’s mouths, had done nothing for the semi-hard on that I had for the woman.
It’d been that way since I’d seen her that morning for our scheduled appointment.
I really needed to get laid, which was where Ariya came in.
Ariya’s and my relationship was a tough one. Neither one of us loved the other, at least not anymore. We’d both done some things that the other couldn’t forgive, and over time, we’d continue to do those things until those feelings weren’t enough anymore.
But we still had the occasional fuck—at least until I’d gone to prison.
She’d gone on with her life, but the day I’d gotten home, she’d made it known that she’d be willing to take up our old relationship where we’d left off—as fuck buddies.
Though, at the time, I had a feeling she wanted something more. We were both getting older, both of us in our mid-thirties. She wanted something more with her life, but she wasn’t the woman I’d ever be willing to do that with.
I hadn’t been interested in her advances then, and to be honest, still wasn’t. She was a good woman, and she deserved to find someone who wouldn’t ruin her life like I would.
But it was hard to find someone that wasn’t either A, disgusted with me for going to prison, or B, only wanting to be with me because she knew I was a bad boy.
I wanted someone nice. My dick was at the point where it no longer cared if they were nice, only if they had a warm, willing hole that I could stick it into.
Which was why I was toying with the possibility of taking Ariya home.
And very well might have done so had Hennessy not been there to let me know just how much I was craving her.
God, was I craving her.
However, I kept my eyes forward and on the woman that I’d semi-invited when I’d been at the grocery store earlier.
“Gosh, can you believe we’re getting so many restaurants?” Ariya asked, bringing my attention back to her.
And her tits.
“Seems like they’ve added at least ten since I’ve been gone,” I noted. “Only been to two of them so far, though.”
Ariya smiled her ‘come hither’ smile and leaned forward, giving me an unencumbered view of her breasts.
Breasts that were large, inviting, and nowhere near as arousing as the ones on a certain psychologist.
Ariya had a low cut, black t-shirt on that hugged every available inch of her skin. She was tall, slim, and had breasts that had always been just a little too big for her body. Her hair was long, blonde, and straight. Her cheekbones high, lips puffy, and eyes a deep sea green.
Everything I thought I was once attracted to.
Then I saw Hennessy.
Where Ariya was blonde, Hennessy was dark.
She had jet black hair that looked almost blue in certain lights. Her skin was porcelain white, so creamy and smooth that it looked like you could take a lick and taste heaven. Her hands were small, but her hips were curvy. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but would still be a perfect handful for any man.
Her lips were plump, yes, but they were also kissable, if that even made sense.
And Ariya, I realized, wasn’t going to work. Not when I’d be comparing every single thing she did or looked like to the woman at my left.