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)
Zeph laughs. “Ahhhh, and she comes running back. Look who needs me now.”
“Shut up. If anyone needs to get fucked up more than I do right now, it’s you. I saw the way you stormed out of that kitchen. Competing with your father like that couldn’t be easy. So stop acting like such a little bitch and come take us out for a wild night.”
Zeph lets out a heavy sigh. “Fine, but if we’re getting fucked up, then we’re doing it right. It’s one for one, and that goes for Chloe, too. She better be able to hold her liquor.”
I grin at my best friend. “Oh, you don’t have anything to worry about.”
“Damn it,” he groans. “I’ll be at your place in ten.”
Zeph ends the call, and I whip myself around while grinning at my best friend. “Looks like we’ve got time for one more shot.”
“Shit. So we’re going out with Zephyr?”
“We sure are,” I tell her, pushing back through our door and marching straight through to the kitchen to where we left our beloved cherry vodka chilling on the counter. “It’s gonna be great. Zeph is amazing.”
“I don’t know about that,” she mutters, kicking the door shut behind us. “He’s weird. You made him out to be this crazy ladies’ man, a complete stud, but he’s not. Don’t get me wrong, he’s hot as hell, but he’s so freaking weird. He just hovers in the doorway, gaping at me while working himself into a cold sweat. And I swear, when he was here the other day, he literally ran away. He got your bitch-ass out of the sofa and then literally took off like Forrest Gump.”
A grin rips across my face. Tonight is going to be better than I could have ever imagined. Because the best way to avoid my problems is to focus on Zeph’s, and watching him squirm around Chloe is going to be like watching angels descend from the heavens. Only these particular angels won’t be wearing halos. They’ll be dressed as little devils, and they will sit right here on my shoulder, having the time of their lives.
Fifteen minutes later, I sit in the back of an Uber, Chloe on my right and Zeph on the left, feeling gigglier than I’ve ever been. Zeph’s knee bounces as he tries to play it cool, and the awkwardness in the back of the car is bringing me life.
“What’s the matter, Zeph? Why’s your knee bouncing like that?”
“Shut your fucking mouth, homewrecker,” he mutters under his breath, splaying his fingers on his thighs as if needing something to do with his hands.
Chloe snorts back a laugh and leans around me as she glances at Zeph. A beaming smile cuts across her face, and fuck, the way it knocks the breath right out of his lungs is almost comical, but in reality, it’s actually really sweet. “I don’t think homewrecker is the right term for it,” she muses. “Cum-guzzling thunder slut seems more appropriate.”
“She does enjoy that cum-guzzling, doesn’t she?”
“Watch it,” I warn Zeph. “She’s allowed to slut-shame me because she’s my best friend and lives for my slutty conquests, but you being the recipient of said cum-guzzling means that the only shaming you’re allowed to offer must be kink related, and seeing as though I’ve upgraded to Daddy Di Rozé, there will no longer be any kink-related activities between us.”
“Ugh. Do you really have to call him Daddy like that? You’ve ruined step-mom porn for me.”
Chloe laughs and leans around me again, looking at Zeph in a new light, and I can almost see the thought running through her mind, wondering if perhaps she’d judged him too quickly. “So, if loosey goosey ran-through coochie here is done choking on your particular appendage, then who are you going home with tonight?”
Zeph shrugs, and I see the very moment he decides to quit being a scared little bitch and shoot his shot. “I don’t know, but if Tilly is out, that only leaves you and me.”
Chloe’s face flames, but she smirks at him, calling him on his bullshit. “Oh, so I’m the consolation prize? Nice.”
Zeph gapes, horror blasting through his stare. “Fuck. No. That’s not what I mean. I—”
“Chill out,” Chloe laughs. “I’m screwing with you, but assuming Tilly wasn’t lying about just how good you are at slamming a woman up against a wall and making her scream, then you might just have a chance.”
My brow arches as I gape at my best friend. She’s not usually this bold, but then, she’s not usually talking to men after smashing four shots of straight cherry vodka. She’s more than buzzed, and judging by the wicked grin across Zephyr’s face, he’s more than okay with that.
“Oh, I wasn’t lying,” I inform her. “You should see this little trick he does with his fingers that his daddy taught him on the dining table.”