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)
“Oh, goodie,” she deadpans and turns to walk toward the bar. Finding the side of it empty, she leans against the bar as she waits for the bartender, trying to ignore the fact I’m right beside her.
“Kylie,” I call her name.
“I would look at you, but I wouldn’t want you to think I wanted to have your children,” she goads, and I laugh.
“Okay, I deserve that.”
“You deserve a lot more than that,” she mumbles and then smiles at the bartender when he comes over. “I’ll have a Cosmo, with a twist of lemon.” He nods at her then looks at me.
“I’ll have a water,” I tell him and he nods, turning to walk away as I lean on the bar, turned toward her.
“You think he’s going to think I want to suck his dick because I smiled at him?” She turns and faces me with the same stance as I’m giving her.
“I want to apologize to you,” I start to say, and she rolls her eyes.
“Don’t bother,” she retorts and the way she moves I can see the swell of her breast that looks like it’s covered in lace.
“I’m serious.” I look back up and into her eyes.
“Same. Listen, you just want to apologize to me because of my brother and not because you were being the biggest dick in the world.” She turns when the bartender comes to hand her the drink. “Thank you.” She grabs the drink and then turns to me. “Save it.” She takes a sip of her drink. “I’ll just pretend to like you, and you can do the same, when secretly I can’t stand you.” She smiles the biggest smile I think I’ve ever seen in my life, and I ignore the fact my pulse is now speeding up. “No one will know but you. It can be our little secret.” She winks at me and walks away, swinging her hips side to side, making my mouth water.
eight
Kylie
I walk to the table, swinging my hips a bit more than I should, but I know he’s staring at me; I could feel his eyes the moment I walked in the bar. It makes my whole body tingle as I walk back into the room and head over to the empty chair beside Lexi, which is right in front of his. “Hi,” I say, sitting down, putting the glass in front of me and then my purse on the other side.
“How are you?” she asks me and the chair in front of me is pulled out as Knox sits down. The black shirt he is wearing is pushed up a bit and I see ink only on one of his arms while the other one holds his water. His shirt is open at the collar, the zipper pulled down to show his bare chest, and he has a silver chain hanging down.
“I’m great,” I reply, picking my drink up and taking a sip, “just great.” I smile at her. The whole time my heart is beating about a million miles a minute. The last person I expected to see here was him. I mean, I guess I should have maybe expected it, but he’s never come to dinner with all of us before, so it never even crossed my mind he would be here tonight.
But the minute I made it deeper into the room, I felt his stare on me. At first Kirby blocked him, but the minute he moved to the side, I saw his obnoxious, stupid face. Obnoxious, stupid, hot face. Now not only do I have to see him, he’s sitting right in front of me. I make a mental note to ask who is coming the next time I’m invited to these things. But truth be told, if it wasn’t for these dinners, I would never go out. “What’s new?” Kirby asks me, leaning forward.
“Same old, same old,” I answer, ignoring the pull to look over at him.
“What’s new with you?” I turn the question around. “How is skating going?”
“Skating…” He laughs and I can hear Knox chuckle, and it vibrates through me. I pick up my drink and take another sip of it. “…is going good.”
“Great, keep up the good work.”
“I’m getting you a pass again this year,” he tells me, “so you can come to the games with Lexi.”
“As long as there is food, drinks, and good company,” I state and mistakenly look over at him, “then I’ll be there. But,” I look back over at Kirby, “I draw the line at wearing a shirt with your name on it.” Kirby laughs. “They are going to either think we’re sister wives…” I use my hand to point my finger at Lexi and then myself, “or”—I snap my fingers—“what is it called when you want to sleep with hockey players?” I look at Knox. “Do you know what it’s called?”