Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“Trent and Chase are taking out the trash. Apparently, he’s got a violation of probation and a slew of other shit going on,” Jude eludes.
“Oh, well, okay. Jagger, your food is ready. I asked the chef to put a rush order on it. Perks of the job, well, last day of the job.” The bill is noticeably left off his to-go purchase, and Jagger notices it, too.
“Letty, are you forgetting something?” he asks.
“Nope. Don’t even think about giving me your money. Twisted Oak gives me credits each shift I work. Matthew’s been feeding me morning, noon, and night, meaning I haven’t used any recently. Therefore, all our meals are free. If you feel the need to spend money, leave a tip for the bussers. They work tirelessly and get zero recognition.”
“Alright, I can do that. Thanks, Letty. Guys, I’ll see you around.” Jagger tosses four twenties on the table, sends a wink my woman’s way, and excuses himself.
Jude lets out a whistle. “The bussers are going to be happy, happy, happy,” he says as he adds his own stack to the table, and I do the same.
“That they will,” I reply. This place isn’t cheap, though it’s not outrageous, either, but Jagger essentially covered his and Lyric’s bill with a good twenty-five-dollar tip. Jude does the same, as do I.
“Okay, I’ll give this to them at the end of my shift.” Letty gathers the bills, puts them in her pocket, not in her apron, and then says, “Our food should be ready. Should I ask Trent if he wants anything to go?”
“No.” My tone comes out sharper than I mean it to. The last thing I want is Letty near that piece of shit. “Sorry, kitten. Trent and Chase are good. They’ll be dealing with that for a while, and they don’t like to be interrupted.”
“Oh, well, that makes sense. No need to apologize. Be right back.” She starts to move, but my hand comes down on her thigh, holding her in place.
“I love you, Letty.”
“I love you, Matthew.” She rewards me with a smile, and I can’t hold back the need to kiss my kitten. I press my lips to hers. It’s short and sweet, still, it holds the promise of more, once we’re home. Letty goes about leaving when she gets her bearings again.
“Happy for you, man. Even happier that Trent and Chase are heading out with zero problems. Think the man knows he’s cooked,” Jude says as Trent and Chase walk the fucker out, each of them holding the guy by the back of an arm. We get a nod from our friend, and the ordeal is over, just like that.
“Me too, bud. Me fucking too.”
EPILOGUE
LETTY
A few weeks later
It might be my birthday, and while this is Matthew’s wish, making it come true is not only for him, it’s also for me. There are multiple reasons to celebrate, one of which is that I’m officially enrolled in college, my credits have transferred, and my semester is paid in full. The inheritance my mom left me came at the right time, helping me out, since I’d finally decided to take Matthew up on his offer.
You know, the one where I work part-time, pay for my necessities only, and live with him rent free. I’d have never been able to do that, and when I told him exactly that, he shook his head, exasperated with my need to help out, yet he relented. The stack of cash I saved gave me a cushion until an even heftier amount hit my bank account, an account that I had to open since the last one I had long since shut down. I even had to pay a fee since it accrued charges without a monthly deposit coming in. I guess I should have thought about that before fleeing the state. Yeah, I rolled my eyes at that. Matthew told me he could have Jude hack into the system and fix it all. Obviously, I didn’t go along with that. He’d done too much as it is.
I go about stripping out of my clothes, a black form-fitting dress, black thong panties, and black heels. A gift from Matthew as part of my birthday present. Did I mention the heels have a red bottom? He splurged big time. Then again, it started this morning, when he woke me up in his usual way, beneath the covers, licking me awake, before he slid inside me, where he did me fast and dirty. Afterwards, he dragged me into the shower, taking care to wash every inch of my body, not allowing me to return the favor. From there, he served me breakfast on the balcony, only allowing me to wear a robe, and thankfully, he ordered our food from Brew & Oak, or it more than likely would have been burnt to a crisp. One thing led to another, gifts were given, and while I’d usually never wear anything this extravagant, the look on Matthew’s face when he saw me in it before we left this evening was more than worth it.