Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“This is because of her, isn’t it?” she hisses out, the venom in her voice filled with anger and rage, and everything in my body tightens when she says the next part. “Like I told your little girlfriend…” I think I stop breathing when she mentions Everleigh. “I’ll tell you, I don’t want her around my daughter. Not now, not really fucking ever.” My whole body feels like ice has filled my veins, and if she was in front of me, I’m not sure I would be able not to say something I shouldn’t say, especially not to the mother of my daughter.
“I guess we’ll have to go through our lawyers, then.” I don’t show her how pissed off I am. “I had hoped it wouldn’t come to that.”
“Whatever,” she snaps and hangs up on me.
I shake my head, turning the truck on and then heading to work. I get in a little after eight and there is a line at the food truck, but it doesn’t stop me from going over there.
She spots me right away and smiles my way before handing the man in front his order. It takes five minutes for everyone to finally leave, and I walk into the back of the truck. “Hi, you, how was drop-off?” she says with a smile on her face, coming over to me and putting her hands on my hips. Her touch calms me down just a little.
“Sucked,” I admit to her. For the past week, I’ve seen her every single morning, kissing her hello and then coming to see her before I pick up Saige. Even though I’ve thought of begging her to come over and see me at night. It fucking sucks going to bed without her, even more than not waking up with her. I haven’t had sex with her in over a week, and I’m so ready to slide into her tonight.
“Did you want a coffee?” she asks softly.
“Yeah,” I mumble before she leans up and kisses the side of my ear, and I watch her walk to make my coffee. “Is there something that you might have forgotten to tell me?” I ask, and she looks over at me. She’s wearing another pair of shorts that show off her legs, making my mouth water, with a regular T-shirt. Now she pairs her outfit with a pink apron that has three cupcakes on the top with Maddie’s written underneath them.
She chuckles. “I don’t know, is there?” She puts the lid on the coffee, turning to face me. “From the look on your face, there has to be something I didn’t tell you. But for the life of me—”
“Called Karla to discuss me seeing Saige during the week,” I say, and her face pales when I mention her name. “She said she spoke to you.”
“Spoke to me is pushing it a little there.” She folds her arms over her chest.
“What did she say to you?” I ask, trying not to go over to Karla’s work and cause a scene.
“Nothing, really.” She tries to play it off, but the look in her eyes tells me everything I need to know. “She heard I was in town.” All I do is raise my eyebrows. “She heard that I met Saige, would like me not to be near her daughter.”
I stand straight, my body tight. “I need you to tell me exactly, and I mean word for word, what she said.”
“Why?” she asks, confused. “It’s nothing.”
“She’s had five live-in boyfriends since we got divorced,” I inform her. “All of them moving in after a month or so. All of them lasting maybe six months. One of them lasted a whole year.”
“Okay,” she replies, not sure why I’m telling her this.
“I called her today after I dropped off Saige and told her I would like to see her during the week. Informed her I’ll go to my lawyer if I have to. She told me that you two had words.” My eyes are on hers. “Now I want to know what fucking words were said, and then I want you to tell me why the fuck you didn’t tell me any of this.”
“What was there to say?” she fights back with me. “I bumped into her literally on the street. We exchanged pleasantries.” I can tell she’s lying. “Told me she didn’t want me near her daughter.”
“You should have told me that,” I say, “because I would have called her and told her to go fuck herself.”
“And what would that have accomplished, Brock?” she asks, and I know she’s right. “It would have pissed you off. You would have called her, and then it would have pissed her off.”
“So you sacrificed yourself.” She gasps. “She doesn’t get to tell me who sees my daughter when my daughter is with me. Just like I don’t get into her face when she brings men around. Do I like it? Fuck no, but I try to keep the peace. But that peace ends now.” I point at the floor. “I’m going to call my lawyer and talk to him.” I close the distance to her. “Then I’m going to go to work, and tonight, me and you are going out.” I wrap my arms around her waist. “Then you are spending the night, and we are going to fuck and sleep the whole weekend.”