Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
I merely stare at my father again, my eyes blazing hot even if they feel utterly dry. My hands ball into fists so tight that the knuckles are white, and my fingers ache from the tension. But I don’t care because my mom needs to be taken down a few notches, and I’m just the girl to do it.
“Sit tight, Dad,” I manage in a relatively calm voice. “You’ve got me now. We’re going to be fine. You’ll see.”
But Rudy’s crying into his hands again, so I don’t even know if he’s heard. It doesn’t matter though. I came back to Oakdale to fix things at home, and if I can’t fix them … then I’ll blow them up instead.
CHAPTER 2
Peyton
“Can you believe it?” I hiss at my phone screen. “What the hell? My mom’s such a hooch!”
My friend Carrie merely smiles and tosses her brown curls back.
“Well, you know some people would say that about us, Peyton. After all, we did work at Club Z.”
I roll my eyes while flinging clothes around like I’m on a mission. After the scene at my parents’ house, I decided that I couldn’t stay there. Instead, I high tailed it to a room at the nearest Best Western, and the space is small, but it’s clean and neat, and that’s all I need. After all, I can’t handle listening to my mom with her lover having sex all the time. Especially not if they’re as vocal as they were by the pool. That was totally gross, not to mention offensive, and I begged Rudy to come with me, but he wouldn’t budge.
“I’m sorry, pumpkin,” he said in a low voice. “You know this office is my safe spot now. I don’t leave if I don’t have to.”
I shake my head.
“But Dad, the sound effects are disgusting and totally unnecessary. You don’t have to do this to yourself. I’ll pay for the hotel room. It’ll be good for your mental health!”
My dad merely smiled sadly while looking around the cluttered space.
“I know,” he said in a low voice, “but I can’t. There’s something mentally wrong with me, sweetie, and this is my sanctuary now. I’m a shut-in and a hermit, but this is where I feel the safest.”
The words broke my heart, and there were tears in my eyes when I finally departed my parents’ home. More than once, I almost turned back because I didn’t want to leave Rudy when he was obviously so down. But I forced myself to get into the rental car because there’s no way I can handle a scene with Monica and her lover. Imagine that: the two of them stepping out of the bathroom after sharing a naughty shower. I can just see it. My mom would be giggling and clinging to his arm, both of them clad only in towels with their skin still damp from steam. Ugh. It’s too gross, and I’d likely start screaming from that provocation alone.
“Yeah, but Monica is married,” I grind into the phone as I search for my sexiest dress. “By contrast, we’re not married, Carrie. I mean, I know you’re in a relationship now, but when we were working at Club Z, it’s not like we were cheating on long-term boyfriends or anything.”
Carrie merely shrugs while patting her very-pregnant belly.
“Yes, but Club Z isn’t exactly a place for virginal young girls either,” she says with a wry smile. “It’s a sex club, so that’s what I did: I provided pleasure to men.”
I finally locate my purple slip dress and hold it up with satisfaction. It’s a tiny thing that’s more string than fabric, but whatever. It fits my purpose, and I put the phone on my bed as I start getting ready.
“Yes, but you were good at what you did,” I say, struggling into the tiny outfit, “and you came out with the ultimate prize too! You’re in a relationship with your three lovers now, and expecting their baby too.”
Carrie giggles before smiling into the camera.
“Yeah, but have you noticed how big I am?” she winks. “Does something seem off to you?”
I pause while straightening the dress on my body. To be honest, I’m a curvy girl and wearing something so small is really pushing it. The low neckline highlights the huge size of my breasts, before nipping at the waist to show off my hourglass figure. Then, the skirt flares out over my wide hips before ending just a few inches below my pussy. Oh yes, this dress is scandalous, and it’s perfect for what I’m about to do.
But first, I stare at the phone screen where Carrie’s showing off her pregnant belly.
“You’re expecting, obviously,” I say in a slow voice. “But is there something else? Is it twins?”
Carrie smiles beatifically.
“Even better,” she announces. “I’m having triplets!”
I gasp, blinking into the phone.