Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Now, those cakes are being sold through an online delivery company that’s known nationwide. I think someone was trying to buy the recipe or something like that, but she refused because her great-great-grandma brought the recipe from Jamaica when Adam was in the garden or something, and she was the only one in the family to inherit it since no one else seemed interested before her.
I had a hand in getting her cakes recognized, thanks to my connections. Penny is their manager and the one who organizes things. I guess calling them housewives isn’t exactly correct now that I think of it, but that’s what they call themselves, so who am I to judge?
There were freshly made cinnamon rolls, my favorite, bacon, eggs, and freshly squeezed orange juice to go with the pot of coffee, which I was sure was not the first of the day. I poured my first cup and eyed the liquor cabinet through the archway into the other room.
Baileys, I need Baileys and maybe a shot of whiskey. I’m not an alcoholic, and I don’t usually use booze to numb my pain, but I have two free days before the weekend, so what the hell else should I be doing?
By the time I turned around, there were three steaming cups waiting for theirs. “Freaking alcoholics.” I poured them some and took my seat at the kitchen table.
“So, who was at the door earlier?”
“Denny’s parents and sister.”
“What did they want?”
“To talk to you about what happened, I guess. Bri ran them off.” Daisy answered as she topped off my cup with more coffee.
“Forget about them; how are you doing this morning, sweetie?” Penny asked and stole a piece of bacon off my plate like there wasn’t a whole ass platter in the middle of the table.
I smacked her with my fork, and she grinned and stole another one.
It’s awesome having sisters. The first time I said that, they’d all looked at me like I was crazy. That’s because they thought that after all these years, Mitzie and I would’ve had a sisterly relationship. That’s something Mitzie likes to pretend when out in public, and since my brothers never discuss our family’s past, not even with their wives, out of respect for Mom and the pain she still carries, they didn’t know any better.
Things have changed now since they’ve married into the family. We all sat down and discussed things, and as a whole, we protect Mom as best we can. Mom is another, bigger part of the reason I have decided to handle things with Denny this way.
Not just because of the divorce but because of the effect, it’s had on her all these years. Dad was her one true love; Denny was not mine. That’s the reason I accepted his proposal. We both knew where we stood. I liked him better than most, and there was a sexual attraction, which was enough for me, and he swore it was the same with him.
He's the one who hounded me all through college until I caved in my junior year, and we’ve been together ever since. Well, until yesterday, anyway. If he had told me that he was in love with someone else, I would’ve bowed out.
I’m young, I’m hot as fuck, I would’ve found another companion within a week if I so chose. But that bastard had to go and cheat and activate my inner bitch. She was not supposed to make an appearance for at least another ten years.
Well, she’s here now. “So, you three planning to stay here all day?”
“What do you think your brothers would do to us if we left you alone?”
“I don’t want to find out. Trey threatened me with violence if I got distracted on the job.”
We all knew that was a joke because he acts like he drank her bath water. That ADHD sex must be off the charts. Unless she forgets what she’s doing and bites his dick off.
“What are you laughing at?
“I was just thinking…. Oh, never mind.” Can’t put any ideas in her head because she’d fixate on it, and who knows where that would lead. Since it looks like I’m not ever getting married and having kids, one of these bitches is going to have to reproduce.
“What did they say exactly? What did he tell them happened?”
“We don’t know; Bri just opened the door and said ‘leave’ in that way of his and closed the door in their faces.”
“Hmm!”
“What is that look? What are you planning now?”
“Nothing, it’s just not their turn.” I have to take care of the fifteen-year grudge first; then and only then will I deal with the two who disrespected me. There should be order in everything.
I played nice for the next couple of days and into the weekend, so my family would get off my ass. I had them focusing on our upcoming trip in two weeks, which was supposed to be my destination wedding but was now going to be a kickass family reunion in Cabo.