Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Damn man you’re a hoot” I tell him
“So, you like Zoey” I look out to where her and Prim are making daisy chains
“Yeah, I like her, where friends”
“Friends right, too bad she’s going on a date with Cookie” fuck I forgot about that, I grind my teeth thinking about it, Logan laughs “she knows” I look at him
“What?”
“About the bet, they're going halves on the money” I laugh again sitting back
“She, tell you.”
“Nah, I heard Cookie tell her, and she negotiated to half of the money, and he has to take her to a restaurant and wear dress clothes no jeans or colors.”
“Crafty little wench.”
“Yeah bitches,” he says, and I’m in stitches from this kid.
Chapter Seven
Zoey
I watch Saint talking with Logan and they're both laughing “Zoey” Prim says and I turn and look at her
“Yeah sweetie”
“You’re so pretty, will you be Uncle Saint’s girlfriend” I’m shocked but smile at her
“He already has a girlfriend Prim”
“But she’s not nice and I want him to be your boyfriend” I smile at her innocence, if only it was that easy
“You think your Uncle will want to be my boyfriend” I ask her and she smiles nodding her head
“Yeah, I think you two would be so happy together”
“We would”
“Uh huh, like Bell and the Beast,” she says and I smile even more
“You think your Uncle looks like the Beast,” she nods
“Yep, he has a big hairy beard, it’s all scratchy when he kisses me”
“Well, maybe you should tell him to shave it”
“Yeah, like when the Beast turns into the prince and he’s all handsome at the end”
“Yeah, just like that,” she looks over at her Uncle and Logan
“Do you think Logan will grow a beard when he gets older”
“I don’t know, honey, why?”
“Because when I kiss him, his beard won’t scratch me” I look at her confused
“What do you mean? When he kisses you?” she looks up
“When we get married” I smile
“When are you and Logan getting married?”
“When I’m older.”
“You want to marry Logan?” she looks over at him and sighs
“Yep” I try to hold my laugh in so I bite my lip
“He’s a little bit old for you, isn’t he”?
“He’s only three years older,” she says, holding up four fingers
“Have you told Logan that you’re getting married when you're older,” she shakes her head
“No, I’ll tell him when I’m a grownup.”
“I think that might be a good idea.”
“Do you think he’ll like me?”
“I don’t know, honey.”
“Well, I like him, he’s my prince charming” she sighs again
“Let’s finish these then we might go and get some ice-cream” she looks up excited
“Really”
“Yep, if we can talk your Uncle into it.”
We sit for the next hour, making daisy chains for her mom, dad and Uncle “Come on let’s go” Saint calls out, and Primrose and I get up being careful not to break any of her chains. As we get in the car, I place them in the boot on the floor
“Uncle Saint” Prim says, and he turns around
“Yeah, honey.”
“Can you shave your beard?” she asks him, and Saint looks at me, and I smile clicking my seatbelt into place
“Why? Don’t you like my beard” she shakes her head?
“No, but when you kiss Zoey it won’t scratch her face” I instantly blush, this four-year-old trying to hook up her Uncle and he looks at me
“You don’t like my beard,” I reach out running my fingers through it, it feels coarse to the touch and I imagine him going down on that bitch and her juices all over it and I pull my hand away
“No,” I say and he frowns
“Well then maybe I should shave it,” he says and Primrose cheers
“Yay like the Beast,” she says and he turns to her
“The Beast”
“Like Beauty and the Beast” I tell him
“You think I look like a Beast with my beard” he says, turning around and looking at Prim and she laughs
“No silly like at the end of the movie where the Beast turns into the prince and him and Bell fall in love” Saint looks at me again
“Bell” he says and I smile
“Ok, who wants ice-cream” I say, trying to change the subject off of Saint and I, the four of them call out in excitement
“Ice-cream it is then” Saint says
When we walk into the ice-cream parlor the four of the kids run to the ice-cream selection part, Saint moves behind me, placing his hand on my hip and I look down, the heat of his skin burning me. My body heats up and my nipples harden, he leans down, moving closer so his back is touching mine not a millimeter between us
“What do you want Zoey?” he asks me so close to my ear I shiver, he moves his hand to my belly, pulling me closer to him, his beard tickling my neck “Zoey” he asks again and I almost moan biting my lip, he chuckles and I step forward needing some space to breathe, the triplet’s voices register in my brain and I walk over to them