Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
She didn’t seem to care a flying fuck about my nakedness, and if she thought I had trouble having a conversation in my birthday suit, then she didn’t know me at all.
“Fiona, what a pleasant surprise,” I said, mirroring her stance against the shower wall.
Her lips curled and she threw the towel she was holding at my head. “You have no shame.”
I caught it before it could slap me in the mouth and wrapped it around my waist. “You pranced into our changing room and disturbed my shower.”
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
“You know what I mean! Why did you tell the press that you were dating my sister?”
“Because it’s the truth. Evie and I have been going out for a few days now.”
Fiona frowned. “Is this some kind of game to you? A new form of entertainment to keep the press busy? Evie isn’t your toy.”
Anger surged through me. I straightened. “Maybe you think you are the only one who cares about Evie, but you are fucking wrong. Your sister isn’t a game or toy to me or whatever else you think, and you underestimate her greatly if you think she’d let me treat her like that. Evie can take care of herself. Fuck, she even managed to take care of me.”
Fiona’s face seemed a tad less hostile, but that might have been the flickering light. “So you really mean it?”
“I mean it,” I said with a sigh. “Your sister is the funniest, kindest, snarkiest woman I know.”
“She is,” Fiona agreed softly.
“I’m going to do anything I can to treat her right, Fiona.”
Fiona nodded, and I was pretty sure her eyes watered a little. Of course she had to ruin our moment. “Make it up to her for that shitty first time you gave her, that’s all I ask. Your mouth has to be good for more than bullshit talk.”
I cocked one eyebrow and smiled arrogantly. “Evie finds my mouth very entertaining, trust me.”
Fiona surprised me even more by grinning. She came closer and patted my shoulder. “Good for you, and good for her.”
She turned on her heel, her long hair slapping me in the face, and stalked toward the door. “And I will castrate you with my fake nails if you hurt her, just so you know.”
“Duly noted,” I muttered before she sauntered outside.
Someone knocked, then Evie’s voice rang out. “Xavier, are you okay?”
I began laughing.
She poked her head in. “What’s so funny? I was worried Fiona might have strangled you with a towel, and here you are all merry.”
“I’d be even merrier if you’d come in and shower with me,” I said as I dropped the towel to give her a good view at my already growing cock. Evie flushed and dragged her gaze back up to mine as I stopped in front of her. I touched her cheek and kissed her slowly. “Come on, Evie. Help a guy out here.”
She pulled back, sighing, then shook her head. “I don’t want people to get the wrong impression.”
“What impression? You are my girlfriend, and trust me, if they want to get the wrong impression they’ll make sure to get it even if you don’t give them reason for it.”
“Still. This is still fresh. I don’t want to give the press more ammunition than absolutely necessary.”
“Okay,” I said, then heaved a monumental sigh. “I might take a bit longer so I can wank myself off.”
Evie groaned. “Now I won’t be able to get that image out of my head.”
I flashed her a grin. “Ask your sister for a spare pair of panties. I’m sure she’s got plenty of them lying around in her locker for all the eye-fucking happening between her and Connor.”
“Another image that will haunt me. Have fun,” she said with a laugh, then closed the door in my face. I leaned my forehead against the cool surface, smiling like a fucking imbecile. That woman was too good to be true.
Xavier’s twenty-fifth birthday party was scheduled for tonight. I’d spent weeks inviting guests and the press, testing catering services (completely selfless on my part), and searching for the perfect location, only to have Xavier tell me this morning that he wished we could spend it somewhere alone, but sadly that wasn’t going to happen.
I wasn’t too eager for the party either because the guest list included about two dozen women who had their eyes set on Xavier, and whom he had chosen as guests specifically as potential conquests before we had started dating. Now we were a couple, and all these women would probably still descend on him like a locust swarm.
Fiona had groomed me to perfection. She had smoothed my naturally curly hair with a hair iron, only to curl it with a curling iron afterwards. It didn’t even make sense, but she insisted it was crucial to give my curls the necessary sheen.