Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Have a good night,” he asks me, and I nod, but want nothing more than for him to grab me and kiss me
“I had a great night,” I tell him watching him grind his jaw, and we stand there staring at one another
“We…” he says, but Zoey and Niya walk up, and Zoey takes my hand, and we walk in the clubhouse together as the guys follow us in
“Hey Widow,” we all say sitting with her on the sofa
“So, I guess he’s yelled at you then,” she says to Zoey
“He tried to,” she tells us smiling
“I kicked him in the balls before you got here,” Widow says, and the three of us look at her
“Why did you do that?” Zoey asks her
“He was being a rude asshole, and had to be taught a lesson not to call me a bitch,” she tells her as the guys walk in and sit at the bar
“I think it still hurts,” Zoey says a look of worry on her face
“It should, I kicked him pretty hard,” Widow tells her smiling, and we sit for a while talking when Steven comes in telling us the van was here with the marquee.
We go out and watch the guys set up the marquee, next the table and chairs are taken in, and things are set in place. It takes me back to my wedding and what a disaster that was, that should have been the first sign of trouble, but I was young dumb and thought I was in love
“Ella, are all the flowers done?” Zoey asks me, and I nod
“Yeah, Gladis and I finished them yesterday, but I’m going to head over to make sure they're good.”
“Is your dress done?” Niya asks Zoey as a guy walks past rolling a table and I tune back into Niya and Zoey’s conversation
“I wish you would tell me what it looks like,” Niya says
“I can’t, I don’t even know what it looks like” Niya Widow, and I frown at her
“How don’t you know what it looks like?” I ask her
“Mia gets me to wear a mask over my eyes, so I’ll be just as surprised as you all will be” I look at Niya who seems a little concerned and I know if it was my dress I couldn’t try it on without seeing it
“Zoey,” Niya says
“It’s fine Niya, Mia has done an amazing job whenever it’s on it feels wonderful, perfect,” she says smiling, trying to reassure her sister
“Ok, if you’re sure.”
“I’m positive,” Zoey says smiling
“So, what’s this Mia like?” Widow asks
“Why?”
“Just wondering.”
“Well, you’ll meet her tomorrow so you can see for yourself” Widow nods standing up
“Well ladies, I’m going to have a nap, I’m still tired,” she tells us standing up and stretching, and I look at her lean body feeling so inferior to all of these women
“Where’s Mason?” Zoey asks her
“Mom and Dad came down to look after him.”
“He’s lucky to have such good grandparents” Widow smiles, making her look even more attractive, she doesn’t smile often-last night was the first time I’ve ever seen her smile she should totally do it more often.
“I can’t believe you call him that,” Zoey says and Widow smiles
“Yeah, he still hates me for it.”
“Well, tell him I said hi next time you talk to him,” Zoey tells her
“Will do, talk later girls,” she says, walking towards the rooms.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Blaze
I open my eyes and stare up at the ceilin’ Bliss layin’ next to me, and I curse myself for given in, the last week Ella’s been avoidin’ me and it’s been pissin’ me off. All I want is her, I dream about her non-stop, but when Bliss walked into the clubhouse and gave us a little strip tease my dick was the one in charge.
As I got her up to my room, she gave me another little show masturbatin’ in front of me and Fuck if that’s not fuckin’ hot. I rub my hand down my face tryin’ to clear my head, and Bliss stirs lookin’ over at me, and she smiles “Morning” she says, and I sit up
“Leave,” I tell her, and she frowns at me
“But”
“I said fuckin’ get out!” she stands up and walks out slammin’ my door. “Bitch.” I head to the bathroom and wash all evidence of her off of me, her sickly-sweet perfume makin’ me gag. I pull all my bedding off and throw it into the hamper and flip my mattress openin’ a widow. There’s no way I want Ella to know that I fucked Bliss last night.
I make my way downstairs, and Saint and Sinner are wakin’ all the brothers up “What the fuck are you doin’?” I ask them and they both turn
“Boss man says clean the clubhouse before the women come back.”
“Isn’t that what the fuckin’ Prospects are for?”
“Just fuckin’ help asshole, you helped with the mess, so fuckin’ help” I moan as Sinner kicks Tank again and he groans.