Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Meanwhile, I smile at my friend.
“I know it’s crazy, but it’s okay,” I say. “Besides, I just enrolled at Oakdale Community College with you! Isn’t that great? We’ll be able to see each other next semester!”
Ali merely shakes her brown curls with amazement.
“But still, Mari. I mean, your stepdad? I’m all for it, don’t get me wrong, but how did your mom take it?”
That makes me pause for a moment.
“Not well,” I state.
Ali lets out a very unladylike snort.
“I’ll say. Anyone would freak out if they found out their daughter was dating their ex.”
I shoot her a wry look.
“Well, the good part is that Harris and Jeanette really are exes now. The divorce was finalized, the papers signed, and the door’s shut on that one.”
Ali nods.
“Finally,” she agrees. “That took forever. But what does Jeanette think about Harmon?”
I pause for a moment.
“To be honest, my mom is pretty much okay with Harmon. I don’t think she thought Harris was celibate all these years, and I suppose you always realize that your ex will move on, sooner or later. Of course, she didn’t expect him to conceive a secret baby with the housekeeper, but it is what it is.”
“You didn’t expect that either,” Ali says in a low voice while skipping a piece over Harmon’s black one. The little boy lets out a wail, and she obligingly returns the piece back to the board just to make him happy. He lets out a sniffle and beams.
“Thanks,” he lisps. “Love you, Aunty Ali.”
“No prob, kid,” my friend smiles at the cute boy. But then she looks up, her eyes excited. “By the way, did I ever tell you about that prince?”
I frown, shaking my head.
“No, why?”
Ali practically lets out a squeal of excitement.
“Okay, put earmuffs over your ears,” she directs Harmon. Once the little boy giggles and obeys, she leans forward with a gleam in her eyes. “Remember I told you about that club in Chicago?”
I scrunch my nose at her.
“No, which club?”
“It’s this crazy club called Club Z,” she whispers with excitement. “Super dirty and sexy, and evidently, there’s a prince who goes there. He’s a member, and supposedly, he chains up young women and then instructs his servants to defile them as ‘training.’”
I stare at my buddy.
“I’m sorry? What kind of so-called training is this?”
Ali giggles.
“Allegedly, the prince has his bodyguards training the girl’s cunt and ass. Stretching her out, so to say. Breaking her in, so that she’s ready.”
I gasp.
“But for what? And where did you say this prince was from?”
Ali shrugs, her brown curls bobbing.
“I have no idea and I have no idea if he even exists. But I want to find out,” she adds conspiratorially.
I squint at her.
“You do? But why would a prince do something like chaining up young women and letting his servants defile them? That sounds really messed up.”
She nods.
“It is messed-up and rumor is … well, I’m sure this is just a rumor, but it’s rumored that this prince has a deformity. A crazy one too.”
I squint at her.
“Okay, this is getting insane,” I say. “I mean, what is he, a troll?”
Ali’s eyes glint with excitement as she leans forward again.
“No, what I heard is that he has a double-pronged dick. He literally has two dicks down there, instead of one, and it’s a thing that runs in their family. You know how the Hapsburgs have a weak chin? Well, evidently in this particular royal family, the men are born with two dicks. Isn’t that insane? It’d feel so good, don’t you think, being taken front and back simultaneously by the same man?”
I stare at Ali, my jaw on the ground.
“I think you’ve been reading too much alien romance. Or monster romance. Or whatever this counts as.”
My friend merely giggles.
“Just saying. I’m going to find out,” she announces loftily. “I can’t leave a rumor like this floating around. I’m going to make my way to Club Z and find a way to get to know this prince.”
I shake my head.
“Be sure to take video,” I say in a low voice. “I wanted to see this double-cock that you’re referring to.”
Ali shrugs sassily.
“It might just be an urban legend, but hey, I’m just the woman to get to the truth.”
Suddenly, Harris appears at the door and Ali jumps up, brushing her hands on her jeans. “Okay, that’s it for me!” she announces before waving goodbye to us. “It’s been fun, Harmon. Next time, you let Aunty Ali win, okay?” With that, she’s out the door with a waggle of her fingers, leaving a trail of perfume in her wake.
“I smell something brewing,” my gorgeous boyfriend growls while pressing a kiss to his son’s head before coming over to take me in his arms. “Tell me that woman isn’t making potions.”
“No, she’s getting on her broomstick before flying away,” I say in a deadpan voice before bursting into laughter. “Of course Ali’s up to no good. You know how she is.”