Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
“Okay, whatever you want. But don’t you think it’d be a bit inappropriate to fuck me in the kitchen in front of all our friends?”
Fuck me.
Twenty minutes later, we’re taking up every available space in the living room. Drinks are flowing, dinner’s been ordered, and the flirting between Ace, Izzy, and Diesel is off the fucking charts. If we’re not careful, there’s going to be a three-way right here on my goddamn coffee table.
Harper sits in my lap, and as our friends get along and have the night of their lives, I realize I’ve never felt more content than I have in this very moment. This right here is what life is all about. These are the moments I live for.
Izzy sits nestled under Ace’s arm as they talk between themselves, but every now and then, she’ll glance up and meet Diesel’s eye across the room, and the way her cheeks flame is almost comical. Not a word passes between the two, but the tension in the room is palpable. There’s definitely something there, but there’s also something very real between her and Ace, and all I can hope is that whatever this is doesn’t tear down fifteen years of friendship.
Harper’s phone chimes on the armrest, and she scoops it up before checking the notification and laughing. I glance over her shoulder, and she adjusts her phone so that I can see the screen better and quickly read over the text.
My gaze snaps up to Laith, and I grin. “I’ve been asking myself the same fucking question,” I tell him.
“Huh?” Izzy asks, her head snapping up.
“Oh, nothing,” Harper laughs, prompting Izzy to narrow her gaze and look at us a little closer, clearly seeing that there’s a private conversation going on over here, and that it centers on Harper’s phone.
Then, like a fucking lightning bolt, she springs from the couch and snatches the phone right out of Harper’s hand before reading the text out loud. “‘Big & Long Schlong #3: You guys are seeing this, right? Which one of them does she actually’—Oh shit!”
Izzy sucks in a gasp, gaping at Laith, but a twisted smirk quickly spreads across her face. “Both if they’ll let me,” she says. “At the same time too.”
Ace narrows his gaze. “The fuck are we talking about?” he questions as Diesel just smirks, not needing the context to catch on, but before Izzy can reply, Laith gapes at Harper, his jaw open in horror.
“Wait. Did she say number three?” he demands. “Number fucking three? I thought you were screwing with me when you said you were changing my ranking. I should be number one.”
Harper scoffs before tilting her head toward me. “If you knew what this guy was working with, you’d happily accept third place without question. Trust me, you don’t want to get into this argument because he’ll whip it out, and it’ll be like one of those old paper scrolls that just keeps unraveling across the room.”
My chest bounces her as I laugh to myself, but Laith just shakes his head, not impressed in the least. “So who the fuck is number two?”
“Uhhhh, well. If we’re being completely honest, I switched you out for number two when this whole imaginary masked stalker came into the picture. Now he was packing some real heat. But then he had to go and not exist. Such a pity. He would have made some sociopath a very happy woman one day.”
“But wait. There was that other dude, before Laith,” Izzy clarifies.
“Oh yeah. So it goes, Knight, stalker dude, old fuck buddy, and then finally Laith. So technically he should be number four. But I think by default, he gets promoted back to number three because you know . . . I started taking my meds and stopped seeing my stalker because I wasn’t crazy anymore.”
Laith just huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. “What’s your measuring scale? Length or girth?”
Harper just grins. “Oh, you don’t want to go there either.”
“For fuck’s sake.”
Izzy laughs and strides across the living room before digging for something in her bag. “I almost forgot,” she says, pulling out some papers before handing them out to everyone. “My winter runway show is coming up, and I wanted to invite you guys.”
“No fucking way,” Ace beams, looking over the invitation, pride in his eyes. “I’ll be there. Yo, bossman,” he adds, glancing toward me. “I’m gonna need that night off. My girl’s got a thing.”
Diesel scoffs. “She’ll be your girl until I get my hands on her, and then she won’t even remember your fucking name.”
Ace looks toward Diesel, a cockiness flashing in his eyes that makes me worry for my furniture. “Come over here and say that.”
“Ahh, fuck,” I mutter, shifting Harper off my lap as Diesel gets to his feet, only a knock sounds at the door that somehow manages to sober the two assholes across my living room.