Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Meaning that she’d somehow been able to afford that place on her own.
Which then caused me to wonder how someone so young could have come up with that much money.
I suppose she could have inherited the money or maybe she had a trust fund. She could have even won the lottery. Those were all possibilities, I suppose.
She’d been a cute little thing, and the words that came out of her mouth as she rushed through her explanation had left me more amused than the annoyed I normally would have been.
As the hot water sluiced down my back, coating my body in wet heat, I thought about how beautiful she was—in an understated sort of way.
She’d been wearing sweats, old shoes, and her hair up in a bun.
However, I could tell from just a glance that she had a nice body underneath the clothes.
Her hair was black as the night and looked like it was super soft—I’d bet it’d feel like silk between my fingers.
Then there was her face.
She had eyes the color of the sky, and I wanted to get lost in them.
Her lips were full, and her teeth were straight and white.
And she had a scar on her chin that extended up her jaw.
Her hands had been delicate, but she had some meat on her bones.
Although she was short, she still looked like she wouldn’t be easy to break—a look most women didn’t seem to care for nowadays.
She definitely had some Native American or Latino in her gene pool due to her coal-lined eyes that was most definitely not from makeup and the warm color of her skin.
Honestly, she was downright beautiful even though she wasn’t trying to be.
The more I thought about her, how pretty she was, the way she timidly asked her questions, and her obvious courage, the more I realized that I found her highly attractive.
My dick was in obvious agreement with that, too.
It was hard, pulsing, and I was ashamed to admit that this was the first hard-on I’d been able to get in well over two years—since right after my divorce was final.
Beatrice had really done a number on me, and at this point in my life, my instinct when it came to women was to run in the opposite direction.
I didn’t have the want or the desire to find myself tangled up with anyone ever again—or at least for the immediate future.
But, just because I didn’t want to get tangled up with her didn’t mean that I couldn’t find her attractive—which I did. Very much so.
My dick did, too.
Wrapping my hand around my cock, I started to stroke it and thought about the last time I watched porn on my phone, trying to pull up the image of that redhead’s face with her mouth wrapped around my cock.
But that redhead quickly morphed into a black-haired siren with fascinating blue eyes that held me captive as she sucked me off like it was her favorite thing in the world to do.
Before I even knew it, I came.
The white, milky seed that’d shot from my cock hit the glass shower door, and I watched it slide down the steamy surface.
After my heart rate came back into the acceptable zone, I lifted the shower head from its holder and rinsed off the glass, watching as my release swirled around the drain before it disappeared.
All the while, I wondered if my new neighbor would’ve swallowed it.
Chapter 3
Old Military Friend: What state do you live in?
Coke: Constant Misery
Coke
There are times when I can handle my ex-wife and then there are those times that I can’t.
The times that I can’t, unfortunately, outnumber the times that I can by about ten to one. The times that I can are usually when I’ve been drinking.
This time, when she spotted me eating by myself, I knew that I wasn’t going to get out of this altercation unscathed.
Beatrice was still extremely pissed that I’d ‘allowed’ our daughter to ‘ruin her life.’ And by ‘ruin her life,’ she meant letting our daughter go to college. I wasn’t under the impression that I’d had a choice in the matter. My child was seventeen. She’d graduated high school. The next logical step for her after high school was college. Sure, I would’ve loved for her to go to a college closer to home, but the school that she was attending had an excellent academic program in the area that she wished to study. Who the hell was I to tell her no?
My girl had a good head on her shoulders. I knew that she’d do well at school.
What I didn’t understand was why the hell my ex-wife fucking cared.
Normally she wouldn’t give a shit, but at this point, she argued with me just for the sake of arguing.
Well that, and she hated me.
Yeah, I’m not sure about that one since I’m such a likable guy.