Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I take a deep breath. I need to purge my mind of everything that just happened because it was wrong, and a steamy shower is a way to start. I crank on the water, letting the bathroom become humid, and then stand under the hot spray. Yet it’s hard to forget about last night because my body aches from Julian’s deep penetration, just like he suspected it would. There’s a twinge between my legs, and I know it’s because he’s so thick and long. No man’s ever touched me like that before, and I clench my thighs in remembered delight.
OMG, I need to stop thinking about this. It happened, but I’m going to pretend it didn’t and banish it from my memory. After all, I can’t have people thinking that I regularly sleep with my boyfriend’s dad! The sooner I rid myself of these naughty memories, the better. After all, what girl hooks up with a man, and then also his father? Oh my God, me, that’s who.
With renewed determination, I slam down on my illicit thoughts and start lathering up. It helps a little, but not entirely. Still shaking a bit, I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my body. Skin damp and moist, I hurry into the living room to find my purse and pull out my phone, thankful there’s still some battery left. I want to call my best friend Faith and get her input on these crazy events, but my eyes blink at the little envelope icon in the corner. To my surprise, I have a voicemail, and my jaw drops when I hear Julian’s voice.
“I think we should talk about what happened,” he says in a deep growl. “Don’t be scared of what occurred, honey, because it was beautiful and normal. There’s nothing wrong with what we did. Call me.
Oh my god. My hand drops the phone as I stare straight ahead in shock. I know the alpha male’s had my number for a few months, just in case he needed to contact me about something. But Julian’s never actually used it. What do I do now?
To be honest, the last thing I want to do is talk to the handsome man about our rendezvous because what if I end up sleeping with him again? I know that’s what Julian said he wants, but what about me? I’ll be branded the neighborhood tramp who hooks up with anyone, including father-son duos. Hell, I’ll never be able to show my face in Medina again.
I sit down on the couch, still wrapped in my towel, and grab the notebook I keep on my coffee table. I need to keep busy, that’s what. I need to keep my thoughts off this man by getting so many things done that my mind has no space to wander. It’ll be easy because there are a bunch of errands I need to tend to. Plus, my apartment could use a good top-to-bottom cleaning.
To start, I make a menu for the week so I can do a big grocery shopping trip. It helps me save money to plan out my meals rather than go to the store every night. Then, I need to do the dishes, but those can wait until I come back from the grocery store. Oh right, I also need to do laundry. Hmm, maybe I should wash all my linens, in addition to my clothes just so I have more loads to do. I’m tapping my pen against the notebook when suddenly, my phone pings, and there’s another message. It’s a text this time, and sure enough, it’s from Julian.
Hi sweetheart. I’m sorry if I’ve crossed a line, the text reads. But I’d really like to see you again.
Damn, this isn’t going to be easy. I put my phone down, determined to ignore his attempts at communication. Pursuing this path is only going to lead to no good, and I have to stay sane.
But after cleaning my kitchen, vacuuming my bedroom, and sorting through the hall closet, the suspense is killing me. I find myself looking at my phone on the kitchen table, and with an exasperated frown, I pick it up.
Do you really want to meet up, or is this just a booty call? I type furiously. The text is crasser than the usual me, but I need to know what I’m getting myself into.
Julian’s reply comes immediately.
No, it’s not a booty call. I enjoyed being with you last night, Serenity, and would like to get to know you better.
I stare at the phone, shocked at this man’s professed motives. Is he being serious? If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think he’s courting me, except that he’s my ex-boyfriend’s father. What the hell is going on? Most people take some time off between relationships, yet here I am, being asked out on a date by my ex-boyfriend’s dad almost immediately after breaking up with the son. Oh my God, the situation is just too crazy.