Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“Yeah, she was living in Arizona, and I’ve been asking her to move here for years,” he explains, and I nod at him. “She finally caved and moved here when we started the foundation last year.”
“Well, you better make sure the rookies know she’s off-limits,” I say, and I immediately close my eyes when it leaves my mouth. My mind immediately goes to Kylie and the jeans she was wearing yesterday. She has one of the nicest asses I’ve ever seen in my life. She is sexy, and she has no fucking clue the number of heads that she turned as she walked out. I saw a couple of the new guys tap each other and motion with their chins toward her, which is why I said what I said, and not because of the fact I was one of the ones totally checking her out.
“Everyone knows that she’s off-limits,” he remarks, parking the car at the gym. “Besides, I’m not worried about her, I’m worried about them.”
“I can see that,” Jaxon agrees. “Smiles in your face while literally having you castrated, and you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“Good to know,” I deadpan, walking into the gym after Kirby, who holds the door open for me. The trainer is there waiting for us and for four hours we do four different courses from the bike, to the Stairmaster, to the treadmill, to weight training.
We walk out of the gym, the three of us not saying a thing to each other, completely wiped from the workout. We stop for protein shakes on the way home and when I get in, I toss my sweaty clothes into the laundry basket. I have a housekeeper who comes once a week when the kids are not here, and then twice a week when they are. She also does my laundry and changes the sheets, along with grocery shopping. I quickly shower and get into my SUV and make it to the rink in time to tie the boys’ laces and get them onto the ice.
“Hey, Dad,” Vincent says to me when I walk into the locker room, and I see some of the other dads there smile and acknowledge me with a chin lift.
“I need my skates tied,” Westley states and I go to him first. He grabs his helmet and looks up at me so I can snap it closed on his cage. I do the same to Vincent and they head to the ice. I walk with them and make sure they get on the ice before walking up to the stands and sitting down on the top as I watch them do their drills.
“I didn’t see you come in,” Josephine remarks, walking up the steps to sit next to me. She’s wearing jeans and a sweater.
I don’t bother answering her, instead I put my hands into the front pocket of my sweater, “Where is Nora?” I ask her after a couple of seconds.
“She went to Presley’s house,” she tells me of her friend, “they are having a sleepover.” I still don’t look at her. “Besides, I thought it would be a good time to talk.”
“About what now?” I groan, knowing she isn’t going to leave me alone.
“Well, about how things went at the mediator’s.” I look at her, her brown eyes looking at me, and I have to wonder if she’s for real.
“About having an open marriage?” I ask her and she shrugs.
“It doesn’t have to be all the time, but wouldn’t you like to see what else is out there?”
I laugh now. “I do now,” I tell her. “I basically want whatever it is you don’t have.”
“Come on, Knox. It got a little boring, you have to admit.”
“It got boring?” I question her. “So do you think you might have maybe communicated with me before you fucked my brother-in-law?”
“I said it was a mistake.” She throws her hands up in the air. “You need to move past it.”
“You still fucking him?” I ask her and I wonder if they are, even though my father told me my sister and him are getting back together.
“No,” she shakes her head, “he went back to your sister.”
“Well, I’m sure there are more dicks out there for you to fuck.” I look at the ice. “You might have to go outside of my family and your circle of friends, unless you want to fuck one of your friends’ husbands next?” I say to her.
“I’m not a whore,” she hisses at me. “I cheated on you with one man.”
“You know, that is one more man than you should have cheated on me with.” I hold up my finger. “Anyway, if you want to leave, I can drive the boys home after I take them out to eat.”
“I thought we could go together.”
“You thought wrong,” I retort, and she gets up. “I can also keep them tonight so you can do whatever it is you do.”