Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“Cutter got Kit goldfish because she hurt her hand. Were we all supposed to get her something?”
“You know, married men used to give their wives a goldfish on their one-year anniversary. They’re supposed to bring luck,” Monster informs the group.
Nope, I can’t deal with this.
“My cat ate mine then I cut my hand open on the smashed bowl. Sounds pretty unlucky to me,” I snap. Pushing my chair back, I take off, getting all the way to the door before turning back around to get my fish.
This changes nothing.
“Do we have to do this in here? No offense, Kit, but your room looks like it belongs to a teenage boy.” Rose’s words reach my ears but don’t penetrate my brain.
“Kitty.” Rogue clicks her fingers in my face, jolting me from the trance the goldfish have me in. “Do you want to talk about it?” She juts her chin toward the bowl sitting on my dresser.
“No, sorry. What were you saying?”
“Rose was being totally offensive, and I said, ‘this seems excessive.’” She puffs out a frustrated breath, throwing a wedding magazine into the pile Rose has scattered across my bed.
“How is it excessive? This is the most special day of your life.” Rose skims the pages and jabs a finger on the one she was looking for. “Your figure would look incredible in that.”
Picking up the magazine, Rogue’s eyes spring wide. “It’s twelve thousand dollars.” She scoffs, shaking her head.
“Money won’t be an issue. You can get whatever you want. Callan is loaded.” He saves money like squirrels hoard nuts.
“My mom and Bear want to pay for my dress,” she says distractedly, checking her phone.
“So, are they an item now?”
Making a pfft sound with her lips, she takes a seat in the purple chair, curling her legs beneath her ass. “She avoids the question when I broach the subject and just says they both want to speak to me about something important but in person.”
“Aren’t they traveling the world?” Rose asks, thumbing through another book.
“It’s more hiding,” she says sheepishly. “Bear is a Devil, after all.”
“Was,” I correct. “And you’re marrying the VP of the Kings of Sin, who also happens to be the president’s son. If anyone can get strings pulled, it’s you. There’s no bounty on his head.”
She bites her lip nervously. “I know. Callan said no one will touch Bear, but every other member has been taken out. It would make anyone cautious.”
“They need to be here for the wedding, Rogue. Talk to my dad. Get the reassurance you need.”
“My boobs are going to explode.” Rose groans from her position on the bed, her palms cupping her tits. “Sorry, I need to go pump.” Hurrying to her feet, she winces. “Get the dress, Rogue.”
“That’s gross.” I squirm, shuddering once the door closes on Rose’s departure.
“It’s the most natural thing in the world. Why do babies freak you out so much?”
“They don’t freak me out, I just don’t get the excitement surrounding them. They fuck up your coochie then drain you for a year while shitting and crying nonstop.”
“Do you not want kids one day?”
Ewww. No.
“Did you not hear that my cat ate my goldfish? I’d be a terrible parent.”
Snorting, she throws a balled-up pair of socks at me. “Do you want to do something?”
“Like what?” I catch the socks and chuck them to the floor.
“I don’t know. Let’s hit up a club.”
A zap of excitement chases up my spine. “Are you serious?” Rogue never hits nightclubs.
“Yeah.” She swings her legs out from beneath her. “Callan is on a run tonight, and you need cheering up. Let’s do it.”
Squealing, I jump up and rush her, colliding with her body, tipping us and the chair to the floor. We land with a thud and giggle until we’re breathless.
Staring up at the ceiling, we lie there, catching our breaths in silence until Rogue says, “I think you broke my coccyx.”
“Is that something important? It sounds sexual.” I’m too close to Keg’s litterbox. It stinks.
Turning onto her side and resting her head on a bent elbow, she says, “Everything sounds sexual to you. You’re becoming more like the brothers by the day.”
“I fucked Chris,” I blurt out, covering my face with my hands.
Jolting into a sitting position, she asks, “Who the hell is Chris?”
Oh my god.
I peek through my fingers. Rogue’s mouth is gaping, her eyes the size of Diamond’s hooped earrings. Hysteria takes over me.
“Kitty.” She pokes at my ribs. “Who is Chris?”
“Tim,” I shout, groaning into my palms, pain tightening my stomach.
“Oh, shit. Chris,” she says his name wistfully. “He looks like a Chris.”
“He told me he loves me,” I add, uneasiness swirling inside me.
“WHAT!” she exclaims, making Keg dart beneath the bed in fright.
“I know! It was horrible.” Why does he have to love me?
“The sex was horrible?”
“No,” I whine. “The sex was fine.”