Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“I mean, when it has to do with him, there really is not much I care about, but for shits and giggles, what has he done now?”
“One of his old receptionists has just sued him for sexual harassment.” I look at the ceiling. “She has a lot of evidence against him, including a couple of pictures of certain parts of his body that, as a boss, he should not be sending to someone who works for him.”
“Well, I’ve seen it and it’s probably not a big picture,” I deadpan and she bursts out laughing. “Frankly, I’m surprised it took this long.”
“Well, the best part is it’s Dr. Visabell’s granddaughter, and to say he’s pissed is an understatement.”
“Sadly, he might be a douchebag but he’s good at his job, so he’ll always be in demand.”
“That is the sad part,” she agrees, “but Joyce, who left Bernie to be with him, is now trying to win Bernie back, but he’s already moved on.”
“Well, the grass isn’t always greener on the other side of the fence. Sometimes it’s just covering the layer of shit that is under it.” I smile.
“You should know that Dr. Visabell asked about you the other day, after he heard about what you were doing. He said he is going to reach out to you.”
“I’ll let you know when he does,” I assure her.
“Okay, I’ll keep you posted on the progress of the construction timeframe,” she states, “but only if there is something that needs your attention. Enjoy the time with your family, and I’ll see you in three weeks.”
“Thank you, Cheryl,” I reply, smiling when I think about the family trip we leave for tomorrow. “I couldn’t do this without you.”
“I look forward to having you with us for the summer,” she says before she disconnects and my phone beeps with incoming texts, one after another.
I smile when I see the group chat they created for the family vacation.
Zara:
I can’t wait to be lounging on the beach, without a care in the world. I don’t want to see my kids for the whole time we are there.
I snort because she says that now, but three hours later she’ll be searching for them.
Zoey:
Sign me up, please. I’ll have a cocktail right now.
Gabriella:
We get in two days after you guys, sadly. Romeo and his stupid movie.
Ryleigh:
Sucks to be you. I have a whole month off and I plan to do nothing but drink and have sex. At least for two weeks, the other two weeks will be recovery mode. I’m not twenty anymore.
Zoey:
Eeww, that’s my brother.
Zara:
Eewww, no one wants to know that.
Ryleigh:
Just keeping it real. Everyone knows I fell in love with Stone’s dick before I fell in love with him.
Zoey:
If you bring up my brother and his dick one more time, I’m kicking you out of this group chat.
Zara:
When are we doing a girls’ spa day?
Zoey:
Every day.
I laugh and add on to the text messages.
Me:
I am almost packed and ready to go. I can’t wait.
I put the phone down when I hear the front door open and then shut. “Lexi.” I hear Kirby call out my name.
“In the office.” I lean back in my chair and then watch the office doorway, waiting for him to walk through it. He surprised me one day by converting one of the bedrooms into a home office so I can have all my things in one place. He obviously called Ariella and let her design it and she was spot-on. The light-brown desk is in the middle of the room on top of a plush white carpet. The wood floors are bleached, so it makes the carpet pop more. He had built-in shelves installed behind me and they are filled with pictures of my family. Two big, cushioned chairs are in front of the desk.
My eyes go to the wall facing the desk, where the seven frames he gave me for my house are hanging on the wall that face my desk, right above the big couch. A reminder of everything I’ve been through to get to this point. A coffee table is in between the two chairs and the couch and has a vase filled with colored flowers. Something he gets me every other week, after he heard the story about how Trent made me throw away the pink flowers.
I hear the bell on Jefferson’s collar alongside Kirby’s steps walking down the hall. “Are you following me,” he asks her and the smile on my face gets even bigger, “or are you going to your favorite hangout?”
I will say that Jefferson spends most of her days on the couch, where I’ve bought her a nice blanket for her to lie on. She, of course, lies there with her back to you, and if you get on the couch next to her, she looks at you with dragon eyes, and I think secretly plots your murder.