Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
I could see the way other men would stare at her. I didn’t understand it. It makes me question if maybe being a parent is a thing I really want because I’ve never been tempted. If anything, the women my mother tries to push on me have the opposite effect. Being chained to one of them for the rest of my life is a hell I couldn’t endure. I would rather go back to the city and deal with all the vultures there.
"Well, I'm going to need a favor." I might as well let her know that we are seeing each other. Well, as far as my mother is concerned, anyway. It won’t be long until my mom is calling her, and there is no way she will be able to hold back from asking Kindred questions. I’m surprised her phone hasn’t already started blowing up.
"A favor? That's a first." She rubs her hands together. "This is going to get me a bigger Christmas bonus."
"The city doesn't give bonuses." Kindred is employed by the city part-time, and then part time for my other affairs with my personal odds and ends. That technically makes her full time in a sense. She cocks her head to the side in a challenge I'm not going up against. "The biggest bonus." I know giving in to her demands is the only way she might agree to go along with my plan.
"Then, I'm in." She keeps rubbing her hands together.
"You don't know what it is yet," I point out, and she shrugs, not worried.
"You need me to find a fake girlfriend?"
"I told her it was you." Kindred's brows rise all the way. "I know, I fucked up." I sigh. "I'll tell her the truth when she gets here, but let's only fake it to this party planner so that she leaves me alone and doesn't try anything or think she has a chance." That would make my life a whole lot harder.
"Actually, I like this idea." She nods adamantly, a smirk pulling at her lips. "It works for me too."
Not sure what that means, but I'm not questioning it. This situation may not be as bad as I initially thought. This plan is going to work. I mean, what can really go wrong?
Chapter Three
CANDY
It wasn’t hard to find Hollis Frost. The address that was in the folder was an old one, but one Google search of his name brought up a wealth of knowledge. All of this is so overwhelming.
I stare at his picture. The man is dangerously handsome. He’s also a mayor of a whole freaking town. Before that, he lived here, in the city, but I guess he just picked up and moved one day.
When I flick to another picture of him being sworn in as the mayor, I notice a scar on the left side of his face going from his temple all the way down to his jaw. One would think that it would take away from his good looks, but it somehow adds to them.
I click back to other pictures, and I piece together that it’s likely he moved to New Hope after whatever caused that scar. I can’t find anything online about that.
It’s not as though he’s famous, but more so he’s been established in the business world, so there are articles and a few random photos from events. In a couple of them, he’s with his mother. That does give me some relief. It's comforting to know that he has a stable family. They appear close.
Max has family, and they often do have to go to some of the same events, but there is always distance between them when they pose. You can get a sense that they aren't truly close. I also get the sense he keeps me away from them as much as possible.
I realize that just because my baby daddy looks to be close to his family, it doesn't mean that it’s the case. But it gives me hope that he’s at least connected with them. That sounds stable, but I suppose being a mayor is also that. Maybe, I don’t know. I think I’m making stuff up to try to get my anxiety under control. The uncertainty of everything has been overwhelming.
I close my laptop, having gone over the same information online a million times since I found everything out. I told myself to sleep on things before I jump to any conclusions, but I know what I have to do. I also know I can't tell Max about my plan.
He has a temper, and while it's never been directed at me, I feel like this topic would change that. As of late, his tone has been flippant, short, and irritated. When I react to it, then he'll try to hide it and say something nice or make a joke. It's keeping me on edge, and I know I can't drag this out.