Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
It was only then I heard the garage door slam shut.
“Of course he just left. That’s what he does. Stewing all Aiden like.”
Taking a deep breath, I walked into the kitchen and there on the island was a brand-new iPhone with a post-it note with the phone number scrawled on it.
You’re welcome for the upgrade. – Aiden
Considering he was the one who broke my phone, I found it funny.
“Bastard.”
But he changed my phone number? Because of Sean? I opened the box and pulled out my new phone. Turning it on while I grabbed one of my Hint waters from the fridge.
“The nerve of that man.”
I made my way outside on the patio, turning the lights on, wanting the fresh air to clear my head. Only I completely lost my mind.
“God!” I peered up at the night sky. “That just happened, right? I didn’t just imagine that encounter, did I? I don’t get it… what was that? Was he coming onto me? No, right? That’s not what happened… he was just being friendly? In a weird ‘I’m coming onto you’ sort of way?” I shook my head. “Why do I keep finding myself in these situations, God? Is it me? Am I attracting these broody, possessive men that don’t know what they want?”
I waited, nothing.
“You’re not helping!” I shouted into the air. “What am I supposed to do now? I feel like he just drew the line in the sand and I’m over here like… do I step over it? Do I wait for him to?” I talked with my hands. “Are we now going to play this cat and mouse game? Like, what the fuck? Sorry!” I winced, surrendering my hands. “I did not mean to cuss, but holy Jesus… what do I do with what just happened? Do I pretend like it didn’t happen? Is he going to start letting me in? Does that make us friends? Are we friends?” I scratched my head, confused. “Oh man, I’m so screwed…woooosaaaaahhhhh, Camila, woooosaaaaahhhhh…” I repeated Martin Lawrence’s therapist term from my favorite movie Bad Boys.
Since I was already in my bikini, I decided to swim away our heated conversation, and cool off instead of continuing to talk to myself like a crazy person.
Once I made sure I could still hear and see Journey through her monitor, I threw off my shorts, tank top, and dived into the pool. Almost losing my bikini top in the process. Letting the water take me under before I resurfaced. Relieved I was alone, and no one was home other than a sleeping baby.
While swimming laps around their Olympic-sized pool that looked as if it was made for a hotel and not a privately-owned residence, the silence was deafening. I got out and turned the music on my phone.
Dancing.
Dancing always helped me forget.
I quickly downloaded the Spotify app and logged into my account then pressed play. “Bum Bum Tam Tam” by MC Fioti reggaetón beat began to blare from the speakers.
Setting my phone down on the lounger where my clothes were spread out, I started moving. My hands instantly dropped to my knees and my booty began to bounce. Up, down, swaying my hips left to right on my private dance floor. Allowing the melody to take over my overly-consumed mind.
Where nothing else mattered but making love to the music.
Chapter 11
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I got in my car, ready to take off like a bat out of hell. However, this time I wasn’t trying to escape the reality of my life.
This time, it was all her I was running away from.
Camila.
My kids’ fucking nanny.
With my foot on the clutch, one hand on the steering wheel, and the other on the stick shift, I couldn’t bring myself to leave.
Not for one second.
For the first time since Bailey left me, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay and work through the turmoil that only was destroying me in the end.
Camila was right, I wasn’t just hurting myself. I was breaking apart what was left of my family.
And for what?
Nothing made sense anymore.
Not one goddamn thing.
I stepped out of my car, walked back into my house, and straight up to my office. Thinking about everything that had happened in the last two days.
In forty-eight hours, my whole life did a three-fucking-sixty.
Except, did it?
The desire to talk to her again was so strong as I walked toward my desk.
Though it was her voice hollering, “God! That just happened, right? I didn’t just imagine that encounter, did I?” that caught my attention. It was my instinct that made me gravitate toward the bay window by the pool.
My office being the closest room overlooking the patio.
“I don’t get it… what was that? Was he coming onto me? No, right? That’s not what happened… he was just being friendly? In a weird I’m coming onto you sort of way?”