Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“I highly doubt that.” I smile.
She punches me in the arm. “It happens to the best of us, buddy.”
It’s 1:00 a.m., and I’m in my bed, staring at the ceiling.
My conversation with Bridget is weighing heavily on my mind. I have been feeling off lately, and maybe…
No, that can’t be it.
Can it?
I know I’m not comfortable with the fact I made Tully feel dirty. In fact, it makes me sick to my stomach to think about it. I don’t know why. It’s not like she means anything to me.
I roll over and toss and turn for another two hours until I can’t stand it any longer.
“Fuck’s sake!” I snap in frustration.
I go downstairs to my garage wearing only my boxer shorts, and I scramble around in the backseat of my car. I feel across the upholstery on the floor, and then up over the seat. I get my phone and put the torch on, searching the entire backseat.
Damn it, it must have blown out of the window or something. It was a week ago when Ben gave it to me.
I exhale heavily and am just about to close the door when I see the scrunched-up piece of paper tucked inside the pocket of the door.
I smile, pick it up, and read the name:
Tully Scott
I take the stairs two at a time and open my laptop.
“Okay, Tully Scott. Who are you?”
Chapter 8
“Wow.” I smile at Meredith, my eyes wide in disbelief. “Check you out.”
She twirls proudly and puts her hands on her hips. “Pretty hot, huh?”
Callie giggles as she picks up her bag and keys. “You sure are. Let’s get going.”
Callie and I have spent the afternoon giving Meredith a makeover. We’re just about to take her to her first club. She looks amazing, and not at all like the daggy girl we first met. She’s wearing a tight black dress of Callie’s, and her hair has been set into big Hollywood curls to compliment her smoky eyes and big red lips. Callie and I are very proud of our handy work.
“Selfie!”
We lean in together, and Callie takes a photo of us all. This is a big moment in Meredith’s life and I can feel her excitement. We take the photo of the three of us laughing, and I smile as I stare down at it on my phone. Meredith looks so happy. We take the elevator, and when the doors open on the ground floor, a group of five girls are just coming out of an apartment. They catch my eye because every one of them is stunning. It’s unusual to have so many gorgeous women together at once.
“Hi, Meredith.” One of them smiles, and then, as they approach us, they all begin to circle Meredith as if she’s some kind of exhibition.
“Damn girl,” one says. “Look at you, being all hot.”
Meredith smiles proudly “We’re going clubbing. These are my new friends, Callie and Tully,” she announces.
“Hello.” They all smile.
Callie and I smile, and my heart flips a little. Meredith really does have a good heart. I hate that she’s so misunderstood.
“Have fun,” the girls call as they disappear out the front doors before hitting the street and climbing into a parked, black SUV.
“Who are they?” I ask Meredith.
“That was Peachy Sue and her friends.”
“Oh.” I watch their car disappear around the corner. “Her friends?”
“Yes. Her work friends. The ones who sleep with rich men.”
Callie’s eyes meet mine. “Wow, I’m impressed by how gorgeous they all are,” I whisper. They’re not at all what I imagined prostitutes to look like. “Who knew?”
“How do you know them again?” Callie asks.
“I have drinks with them sometimes while they get ready for work.” She shrugs. “Well, I have drinks and they have blow.”
“Blow?” I ask.
“Cocaine,” Callies mutters as she quickly reapplies her lipstick.
“Oh.” I frown. “But, didn’t you say you slept with Peachy Sue’s boyfriend? I’m confused.”
“No, he wants to be her boyfriend, but she doesn’t like him. That’s why he didn’t want her to find out about us so that it wouldn’t ruin his chances.”
I cringe in disgust. “This guy sounds like a real sleazebag, Meredith. Stay away from him.”
She nods. “That’s what Peachy Sue said.” She thinks for a moment. “Her and Wendy Woo said I was too good for him.”
“Who’s Wendy Woo?”
“The girl with the dark hair who was with them.”
“The Asian girl?”
“She’s Thai,” she tells me.
“She was gorgeous,” I say as I turn and watch their car disappear into the distance.
“She has a dick. It’s big. She fucks rich, married men up the ass.”
Callies and my eyes widen. “Really?” I whisper. “She’s a lady boy?”
“Yeah. Rich, straight men like to be fucked by a man who looks like a woman. She makes the most money out of all of the girls.” Meredith shrugs. “Creepy, huh?” She fakes a shiver. “It gives me the heebie jeebies.”