Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
“Well…” She nibbles on her bottom lip. “We’ll give you a call to reschedule,” she answers vaguely and then turns, exiting my room.
What the fuck did Haidyn do? Shit! I have to get home. Home? Is his home mine? No. It’s more like a prison. One with conjugal visits.
Making my way to the parking lot, I turn my cell back on and go to call Haidyn but stop myself. Why would I call him? What do I have to say?
He’s going to lie to me. I know he had something to do with Enrique canceling. I reverse out of my parking spot, stomp on the gas, and race home.
Pulling up to his driveway, I rush into the house. “Haidyn?” I shout, and Muffin meows from the couch as if I’ve woken her from a nap. “Haidyn?” I run to the garage and see his white bike is gone.
Had he been following me, but I just overlooked him? I mean, he’s hard to miss. Sighing, I remove my cell from my pocket, and send a quick text to the group chat. Fuck him. I’m going out tonight.
HAIDYN
I pull into my driveway and see her SUV parked. Smirking, I pull into the garage. She came home after her day at the spa. She might have turned her cell off, but I figured she’d make me chase her down.
She’s getting more ballsy. I like it.
It’s a little past nine in the evening, and I enter the house. It’s quiet other than the cat eating out of her bowl in the kitchen. She chomps on the food while she growls at it.
I enter my bedroom just as Charlotte’s phone chimes sitting on the nightstand while it charges. Walking over to it, I pick it up to see it’s a group chat with some of her friends. I open it up and read over it.
CHELSEA: I’m so excited about tonight. It’s been too long since we’ve had a girls’ night. I need it so badly.
NIKKI: Yes. Jerrold has been driving me nuts since we moved in together. I need space and time out with my girls. I’m getting fucked up tonight, for sure.
Setting her phone down, I walk toward the bathroom to see if she’s in there getting ready. I come to a stop in the doorway when I see her bent over the black marble counter applying red lipstick to her plump lips. She pulls back, placing the lid on and begins to run her hands through her long curls.
She looks absolutely stunning. My eyes drop to her red high heels and run up over her smooth and tan legs. Thoughts of filling her ass with an inflatable butt plug enter my mind as I make my way up to her round ass. She’s wearing a white dress that rests high up on her thighs. If she bent over any farther, I’d be able to see what color underwear she has on—if any. The back of the dress has a keyhole out of the middle showing off the curve of her spine. My eyes move to the mirror as she begins to apply more mascara to her already finished makeup. She’s got dark shadow on with thick liner and rosy cheeks. She’s too busy getting ready to even know I’m watching her. My eyes move to the front of her dress, and it’s high on the neck with a built-in collar around her slender neck.
Her phone beeps again, but she doesn’t seem to hear it. Or she’s just choosing to ignore it. I turn to walk back over to the nightstand and pick it up.
CHELSEA: Me too girl. We’re all getting fucked tonight—if we’re lucky, in more ways than one.
My girl is getting fucked alright. I type out a message of my own.
Something came up. Can’t make it.
Then I hold the power button down until it shuts off completely. The last thing I need is for them to call her. She’ll be unable to answer. Besides, her hands will be tied, and she won’t be able to speak because her mouth is going to be in use.
My girl deserves punishment for leaving today after I told her she couldn’t and then turning her phone off. She has to learn that won’t be tolerated.
I pocket her phone, so she’s not looking for it. Then I exit the bedroom to grab the things I’ll need. I’m in the mood to play.
FIFTY-TWO
CHARLOTTE
Itake a step back and look over myself in the bathroom mirror. My friends have been begging me to go out for weeks now, but I’ve become one of those women who seem to drop who they once were for a guy. So tonight, I’m going out, getting drunk, and will probably find myself back here, but at least I’m going to pretend I’m not becoming dependent on a man. The longer I’m here, the more I think I was overreacting. Maybe someone wasn’t following me. I was mad at Haidyn, and it made me think it was him.