Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
I shouldn’t be jealous of Zeph. I should be pleased that he had a beautiful woman wrapped around him all night, but what I wouldn’t have given to have her wrapped around me instead.
The good news is, Zeph isn’t falling in love with her any time soon. I’ve seen him with women he’s infatuated with. He’s like a love-sick puppy. I’d give my life for that kid, but that doesn’t mean I can’t think he’s a fucking idiot at the best of times. When he’s chasing a woman, it’s downright embarrassing. The way he pouts over them and shamelessly gives in to anything they want, it’s humiliating to admit he shares my DNA. He sure as fuck didn’t learn that shit from me. But he’s not like that with Tilly. He was his authentic self, making it clear she’s nothing more than a friend with exceptional benefits. Though that doesn’t mean that won’t change.
As Zeph continues to raid my kitchen, I watch as Tilly moves into him. They’re clearly flirting, and Zeph is eating that shit up like the sucker he is. My finger itches to hover over the mouse and click on the little audio button in the top corner of my screen, but while I might have questionable morals, there are some lines I won’t cross where my son is concerned.
Tilly leans in closer, her fingers dancing across his bare chest when she pauses and glances down at Zeph’s watch. Her eyes widen, and she’s out of the kitchen almost immediately, racing around my house and collecting all of her shit.
She’s in a panic, clearly late for something, and as she meets Zeph back in the kitchen, I watch in disbelief as he tosses her the keys to his Range Rover.
“This fucking kid,” I mutter to myself, shaking my head. No wonder he goes through cars like he goes through women. He could have offered to drive her home instead of just handing over the whole damn car. Where’s the common sense here? Though, when it comes to Tilly, I don’t believe there’s anything to worry about. She’ll return his car, but that doesn’t mean the next girl will.
Tilly’s gone in no time, and with just Zeph left wandering around my home, I exit out of the security feed and get back to work while realizing that working Tilly Bardot out of my system might not be quite as easy as I originally planned.
Getting home after spending the day with Tilly on my mind, I walk through my front door to find Zephyr and his friend Jordan kicked back on my couch as though they couldn’t possibly have anything better to do on a Wednesday night.
They both glance up at my arrival, lift their chins, and grunt something unintelligible before turning their attention right back to the TV.
I roll my eyes and stride past them before dumping my shit in the kitchen. I doubt the boys have done much apart from stare at the TV all afternoon, but I’m pleased to see that they had the good sense to at least order takeout.
I help myself to something to eat, and as I lean back against the counter, I watch Jordan for a minute. He’s always been a strange kid, but the boys have been best friends since before I can remember. Zeph was the kid who had a murderer as a father, so naturally, most kids were kept away, but not Jordan. He was oddly intrigued by that.
The other kids weren’t allowed to come over, and I respect that. To be honest, if the shoe was on the other foot, I probably would have made the same call as a parent. But after I was released from prison, Jordan was the only friend of Zeph’s who didn’t give a shit. Either that or his parents had no fucking idea what was going on. I wouldn’t be surprised. I’ve never met his mother, but his father has always been too buried in his work to know what the fuck his son is getting up to.
I’ve always turned a blind eye to Jordan’s weird quirks because, at the end of the day, he’s always been a great friend to Zeph. That doesn’t mean I don’t find him oddly intriguing to observe, yet, I have never quite been able to figure out why. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s in the way he watches Zeph, almost as though he idolizes him. Perhaps it’s in his mannerisms. Either way, he’s harmless, and as long as he continues to be a great friend to Zeph, then I don’t particularly give a shit.
After scarfing down a meal, I help myself to my bar, pouring a glass of whiskey before heading for the living room. “I didn’t see your car in the driveway,” I comment, joining the boys in the living room and glancing up at the TV to see they’re playing some kind of video game.