Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
“We were playing a game.” Was I supposed to ask Big Owner to play? Was that polite? Did he like games? “Do you want to play? Do you want a slushy too?”
Maybe that would keep Emerson from getting punished?
Big Owner looked down at me and shook his head. “No, thank you. But could you tell me where Emerson’s clothes are?”
Oh, that was hard.
“Uncle Cohen, do you know where his clothes are?” Uncle Cohen was smart. He’d fix this so no one got punished for losing Emerson’s clothes. They’d probably just escaped, so it wasn’t our fault. “Was he naked when I asked you about world domination? Wait. Yes, Daddy said he was naked.”
Uncle Cohen’s face scrunched up and I couldn’t tell if he was laughing or sighing. Maybe it was because he was upside down?
“We’ll figure it out, cutie. Don’t worry.” Uncle Cohen shook his head again and headed toward the kitchen.
Did he have water in his ears?
There were no baths when we had slushies. That was a rule. Had we told Uncle Cohen all the rules? No baths. No cooking. No driving. No glitter.
“Here they are.” He was so smart. “In the kitchen.”
Now Big Owner had water in his ears.
Did he even fit in the bathtub?
“Pretty one, come here.” Big Owner frowned as Emerson pouted and inched closer. “Do I leave my special doll lying around without clothes?”
Sighing, Emerson shook his head. “No. That’s not taking good care of your toys.”
“That’s right.” Big Owner took something from Uncle Cohen and then Emerson had a shirt on. It was magic. “And how should you treat my doll?”
Oh, that was a hard question.
Even Uncle Cohen was watching like he didn’t know the answer either.
“With respect.” Emerson sighed.
Thank goodness he knew the answer.
I wasn’t ready for a quiz.
I hadn’t studied.
“But you said you wouldn’t stalk me.” Emerson stomped his foot when Big Owner tried to put on his panties. “No.”
As Uncle Cohen’s face scrunched up again, I sat up and turned around so I could help Emerson. “He’s right, Big Owner. You didn’t respect your doll. Every doll needs a tag so you don’t lose it. You didn’t label him.”
Emerson nodded. “Ian’s a little and he has dolls and he’d never lose one.”
Big Owner cocked his head, but Kenton managed to stand up and help Emerson too. “Yes, like for luggage. Is my suitcase worth more than your doll? No. Is my phone worth more than your doll? No.”
Kenton was so smart Big Owner sighed and gave up. He even turned to Uncle Cohen for help. “Did they really just try to guilt me into tagging him like a piece of fucking luggage?”
Uncle Cohen nodded and looked very happy that Big Owner was smart enough to have figured out what he’d done wrong. “Yes, and I think you’re going to lose this one, so I wouldn’t even try to fight it.”
Big Owner raised one eyebrow and gave Emerson a stern look. “We will come back to this discussion when you are sober…and dressed.”
Uncle Cohen must’ve had a slushy too because he giggled. “I’m curious to see how that goes.”
Because he was so helpful.
And smart people were curious…Eli said so.
Eli also said if I thought we might’ve gotten into trouble, I should yawn and tell Daddy or Uncle Cohen I was tired…maybe it was time to get sleepy?
Just in case.
World domination wasn’t for the faint of heart.
Eli said so.
Chapter 10
Cohen
“No.” Ian’s groan brought a smile to my face. “You said you were just going to tell him I was alright.”
I snorted and narrowed my eyes. That was not how the conversation had gone.
“Bullshit.” My response had him huffing and slouching back in his seat, not sure if he was going to pout or blush. “I told you that I was going to tell him you’d survived world domination with your friends. That’s it. You assumed the rest.”
Bishop would’ve killed me if I left out all the good parts of the weekend.
“But if it makes you feel any better, I used it to keep him entertained while he was driving back. It was a get home quick but safely bribe, so I didn’t give the good stuff out for free.” And I’d teased him for several days about how fabulously funny the story was going to be to make sure he knew to get his ass in gear.
Ian sighed, finally settling on a pout. “We should’ve at least done the board while we were slightly sober. The lines are crooked.”
Nothing about their sleepover was straight, so I wasn’t sure why he expected the board game to be. “It’s perfect and you guys had a blast laughing over it the next morning.”
Even Emerson had texted to make sure we sent him pictures. His Dom—that was easier than trying to understand the owner debate—had been glad to see their sleepovers were wholesome even if Emerson had ended up naked.