Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
So when he turned toward the sound of my tapping, he got a red laser straight to the eye, causing him to look up and blink at me in confusion.
I let up off the laser, allowing him to see just what was waiting for him, causing him to freeze.
“Get off my bike,” I growled.
The window muffled the words, I was sure, but he got the gist of what I said fairly fast.
Hopping off and dislodging his pee-wee sized cock from Destiny’s pussy, I watched dispassionately as she fell to the ground in a wet pile of dirt, causing her to cry out in confusion.
She looked up in bewilderment at Kenneth, my asshole cousin, who was busy trying to tuck his tiny pecker back into his perfectly tailored slacks, and followed his gaze.
I let my real feelings out from behind the veil I was using to contain them with, and Destiny understood completely.
She was boned.
Well and truly boned.
***
Verity
Two days later
I was excited.
This was my last dress fitting before the big day in two weeks.
Which would be the day that I married the man I loved, Kenneth Lee Reacher. I would be Mrs. Kenneth Reacher, and I thought that had a mighty nice ring to it.
Giddy beyond belief, I took a hold of Randi’s hand, my best friend in the whole wide world, and started marching with purpose to the front door of the best dress shop in Mooresville, also known as my Good Grandma’s place.
“GG!” I cried as I opened the door.
I was confronted with my grandma’s most annoying employee, Tiffany, and instantly I wilted.
“Is my GG here, Tiffany?” I asked as nicely as I was able.
“No. Mrs. Cassidy is out of the office until tomorrow afternoon. What can I help you with?” Tiffany asked sweetly.
I narrowed my eyes.
My grandma wouldn’t be out of the office unless this witch of a woman hadn’t told her that I was coming. Which I most certainly relayed to Tiffany this morning on the phone when I’d called.
Fucking bitch.
“I’m here to try my wedding dress on,” I murmured.
Tiffany’s eyes moved down my body with barely disguised disdain, and I had to tighten my hand on Randi’s hand to keep her from moving forward and pummeling her fist into Tiffany’s face.
It wouldn’t do to lay a beat down on my GG’s longest standing employee, even if she was a bitch.
She was a hard worker, and she was good at her job, something in which my GG informed me of each and every time I made mention of how shitty she was.
“Okay,” Tiffany’s smile was weird.
Like she was trying to hide something.
Something that I wasn’t going to like.
A weird feeling started to filter into my thoughts, and I worried that there was something wrong with my dress…like she’d intentionally altered it too small so I wouldn’t fit into it.
And that would be embarrassing, because I already had enough trouble with my weight. I didn’t need that extra worry of having to get my dress altered again two weeks before my wedding.
“Right this way,” Tiffany waved her arm.
I glared at her back, and her tight little black dress that was painted onto her like a second skin.
She looked good in it, but I couldn’t figure out why she dressed so provocatively. She was supposed to be making brides more comfortable on one of the most important days of their lives—not making them feel inferior by showing them up with what she was wearing.
But that was just me.
Maybe other ladies didn’t have the same problem that I did.
“She’s such a bitch,” Randi grumbled under her breath. “Do you think your grandmother would hate me if I tripped her and made her break her face?”
I squeezed Randi’s hand.
“Don’t.”
Tiffany pushed into the room where I’d been fitted for the last six months, and I came to a dead halt when I saw my dress.
On another woman’s body.
“What. The. Fuck,” Randi screeched.
Most people didn’t understand Randi’s and my relationship.
They thought we were lesbians, which couldn’t be further from the truth.
We were best friends and had been since we were in pre-K.
We shared everything together, something that Kenneth hated.
He despised sharing me with Randi, and I guess that should’ve been my first indication that Kenneth wasn’t all that he was cracked up to be.
But I kept kicking things under the rug and hiding them when I should’ve been letting them out of the dark and bringing them into the light.
Because if I had, I might’ve realized sooner that things weren’t as good as I thought they were.
That there were things going on that were having an adverse effect on our relationship.
But I didn’t, and that’s why the next five minutes went over like a truck crashing into a small economy car.
I sat there, motionless, as I watched the blonde woman turn around, my dress on her body, a perfect fit, as she looked at me with a secret smile on her face.