Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 81745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Nancy.” He says her name in his thick accent. “This is a wonderful surprise.” He kisses her on both cheeks, and I get out of the limo. He looks over at me, and you can see he is checking me out up and down.
“Luigi,” she says. “This is hotcakes.” She smiles at him.
“Miller,” I say, holding out my hand, and he shakes it. “Thank you for squeezing us in.”
“For Nancy,” he says, bringing her hand to his mouth. “Anything. Shall we?” He turns and walks back into the house, and I look at the limo guy.
“If you hear screaming, you come and get me,” I tell him, and he shakes his head and laughs. I walk into the house, and I’m surprised by the huge open concept room. A white sheet is in the middle of the room. Canvases are all around the room. Paintbrushes are in buckets everywhere. “Do you do classes?”
“Yes,” Luigi says, going over to the paint in the corner, coming back with the two huge bottles. “It’s where I met Nancy.”
“Is there a bathroom I can use?” I ask him, and he points at the bathroom in the corner.
“You better hurry back,” Nancy says, twirling. I walk into the bathroom, locking the door. I put my hands on the sink and let out a huge breath.
I’m in the bathroom for no more than a minute and then go back out. There is soft music playing now, and I look around and then stop in my tracks when Nancy stands in front of me naked. “What is going on?” I ask her. She winks at me, and I swear I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life.
“It’s time to get you naked,” she says, coming to me, and if I thought that this night had started off insane, nothing could have prepared me for Luigi coming back in the room naked also.
“Shall we start?” He claps his hands together. “Let’s make art.”
Chapter 9
Layla
I sit on the couch to watch television, but I can’t focus on it at all. I don’t even know what’s going on. I keep looking down at my phone to make sure I don’t miss a text or a picture or anything and even keep checking his Instagram for a picture, but it’s been radio silent for over two hours. I even texted Grandma, but she has yet to answer me.
Maybe pushing Grandma to go out with him was a bad idea. Maybe I should have just bitten the bullet and gone on the date with him. Fuck, it would have been one date, so one night for two hours tops. My mind goes around and around with scenarios as I tap my finger on my phone, and none of them are good. I finally give up, and I’m about to call her when the phone rings, and I see it’s Miller.
“Hello,” I say, putting the phone on speaker.
“Are you home?” he asks, and his voice is low, almost in a whisper.
“Yes, why?” Throwing the cover off me, I walk to the front door, flip on the outside lights, then unlock the door and walk out. Miller stands leaning against the limo, and he puts his phone down as I make my way down to him. “What happened?” He looks exhausted.
“Oh, gorgeous,” he says, and I hate that he gave me that nickname. Okay, I’m lying. I love when he calls me that. “I don’t even know where to start with that question.”
“Where is my grandmother?” I ask, looking around. “Is she here? Did you drop her off at home?”
“Oh, she’s here,” he says, walking over to the limo door and opening it. All I see is her hair, and when I lean in a bit, I notice she’s sprawled out on the back seat.
“What did you do to her?” I ask, poking my head inside and calling her name. When she doesn’t budge or stir, I get out of the limo and look at him with an arched brow, waiting for an answer.
“What did I do to her?” he asks, and his voice goes louder. “What did I do to her?” He shakes his head and runs his hands through his hair. “The question is, what did she do to me?” He points at himself.
“I don’t understand.” I look at my grandmother. “Grandma,” I say, and she doesn’t stir. “What did you give her?”
“What did I give her?” He laughs. “Me? The question you should ask right now is, how was your night, Miller.”
I cross my hands over my chest and roll my eyes. “Fine. How was your night, Miller?”
“Funny you should ask, gorgeous,” he says. “It started off really well. Had this whole thing set up. We were going to go for a gondola ride and then have a picnic in the park under the stars, but hey, shit happens. Right?” He puts his hands on his hips. “Fast forward to getting in the car. Where your grandmother physically assaulted me.” I roll my eyes now. “I thought I was going to be Bruce Lee at one point. She had her hands everywhere.” His eyes go big. “Everywhere. It was like I was fighting with an octopus; her hands were everywhere all at the same time. She tried to get my dick out of my pants five minutes into the date.” He points at his dick.