Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Penny sighs and relaxes against my broad chest, as our hearts beat in sync. I revel in the miracle that brought this girl to me, and my soul sings as I contemplate the future. Suddenly, Gainesville, Ohio, doesn’t seem so bad anymore. With this girl on my arm and in my bed, I can see a future for myself here, with Penny by my side.
6
Penny
A year later.
I tickle my son’s stomach.
“You’re Mommy’s cute baby, aren’t you?” I coo. “So adorable and you look just like Mommy too.”
Baby Georgie blinks and me and chortles. He waves his little fists energetically, looking up with big blue eyes. I press another kiss to his forehead, but inside my heart aches because in fact, Georgie doesn’t really look like me much. Instead, he looks just like his father, Patrick Lancaster.
After all, we had a delicious tryst in the supply closet at Lancaster Industries. It wasn’t supposed to happen because I was there for a career event, of all things. But one thing led to another, and soon Patrick and I were enjoying one another’s bodies on the cool cement floor. In fact, Patrick did more than just enjoy: he came in me again and again, blasting his virility into me until I was overflowing.
He must have known what he was doing. After all, he’s a seasoned executive who’s at least a decade older than me. He’s probably been with a lot of women in his life, and coming unprotected in an eighteen year old girl will have consequences. Not only that, but it seemed that the CEO knew what he was doing because he stayed in me afterwards, his hard rod embedded in my sweetness as we talked and laughed, embracing on the supply closet floor.
But that’s the thing: his tool formed a plug of sorts, keeping the virility inside. There was no way for it to slip out and sure enough, I got pregnant.
I didn’t realize it at first. I was over the moon from meeting Patrick and expected him to call. After all, we had just engaged in a sensational tryst that was over-the-top and yet oddly right as well. The conversation between us flowed easily, and it was clear that despite our differences, we were two of a kind.
So imagine my shock when he didn’t call. I couldn’t believe it at first. I kept staring at my cell screen, hoping to see that I’d missed a call, to the point where my friend Eloise called me out.
“Seriously Penny, what is wrong with you?”
I looked up, eyes shocked.
“What do you mean?”
Eloise rolled her eyes.
“You’ve only checked your phone about twenty times in the last half hour. What gives? Are you expecting the Ohio State Lottery to call? Or maybe a ring from the President himself?”
Immediately, I slipped my phone in my pocket and gave her a shaky smile.
“No, not exactly.”
My friend stared at me.
“Then what gives? What’s so important? Is Harold okay?”
I smiled wanly at her. The fact is that no one, least of all my dad, knew what had transpired between me and Patrick. We’d snuck out of the closet as quiet as can be after the tryst, and fortunately, no one was around to witness our rendezvous. But now, I hadn’t heard from the CEO in a week or so, and I was getting worried. Of course, he had more important things to do, like run a ginormous company and manage hundreds of employees. But still. A week is a long time, and my nerves were frayed.
“No, it’s just that—”
“Oh my gosh, you met someone right?” Eloise demanded, her blonde eyebrows going up. “That’s what the secrecy is all about!”
I giggled nervously before slowly nodding. On the one hand, I didn’t want to share the details of my tryst, but on the other, it was eating me up inside. As a result, I decided to spill because my heart was weighing heavy, and Eloise is a good friend.
“Well, remember how last week I missed classes on Wednesday morning? It’s because I went with my dad to Lancaster Industries for Take Your Daughter To Work Day. My dad’s been there for about a year now, and he wanted me to see what there is besides hairdressing.”
Eloise nods, and I proceed with the story. My friend already knows about the tension in my family when it comes to my future career, and can empathize. After all, she works at SexyFlow as a manicurist, and is looking into getting an aesthetician’s license so that she can do facials as well.
But when I tell her that I made love with Patrick in the supply closet, the color drains from her face and her jaw drops open.
“Are you serious?” she asks.
I nod, flushing hot.
“Yes, but it’s not seedy and sleazy the way it sounds. It was really romantic and passionate, although it shouldn’t have been.”