Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
“Right. Well, I’m going to make some breakfast.” Sal moved right past her statement. “So, hurry up and get dressed.”
“Damn, give a girl a chance to wake up before you start ordering her around like a sergeant.” She cursed weakly under her breath, so she was sure he could hear as he walked away.
Who the hell does he think he is? And why was he acting so cold to her?
I’m not the one who sent out an invitation to fuck. He was the one who pulled his shirt off before ripping off hers. Not the other way around, buddy!
Going into his private bathroom upstairs, she quickly used the bathroom and rinsed off last night’s sins before putting on the clothes he had given her.
“Oh no, no, no,” she cried when the black jeans clung to her like a second pair of skin. By the time she put on the breast-hugging black top, she was officially certain that, without a doubt, she had fucked a man with a girlfriend and now she was wearing the poor girl’s clothes.
If it was at all possible, Valerie would kick her own ass with her bat if she could. “I’m so going to hell.”
Using his mouthwash that sat on his bathroom counter, she made sure to burn her mouth for as long as she could stand it as punishment for her crimes.
When she left the bathroom and began feeling suffocated from the restricting clothes, she decided to go into Sal’s closet real quick, preferring to wear something of his. Big, baggy boy clothes were definitely more her speed. But, of course, she could only see suits hanging up that mostly varied in different navy blue hues. Shockingly, he didn’t even have that many, with them only taking up about one-third of the closet. It gave her slight hope that maybe she didn’t fuck a man with a girlfriend or perhaps she had recently moved out and now held the title of being an ex-girlfriend.
Because he’s a cheater!
She was about to start looking through drawers, when she heard her name being yelled out.
“Valerie! Breakfast is ready. Get down here!”
Fuck! Internally cursing, she knew she had run out of time, and this was what she was stuck in until she could get a few things from her house.
She stomped off and down the steps; the smell of pancakes did slightly lighten her mood.
“I’m not that good of a cook,” he said, placing a plate of pancakes with fruit down in front of her. “But I have learned to cook some things that don’t come out of a bag … or a wrapper.”
Her eyes began to turn into slits at his dig, but they quickly grew to normal size when the syrup was set down in front of her. After glazing her pancakes in the sugary goodness, she took a bite. It was the best thing she’d had eaten in a long while. “Who taught you how to make these?” she asked after swallowing her third huge bite.
Sal, who sat down beside her at the counter, began eating his own helping. “He didn’t teach me, really, but I have seen Lucca make them enough times. The secret is a hint of vanill—”
Valerie practically choked to death as she took her fourth bite. “Lucca?” she repeated in disbelief, thinking there was no way she’d heard him correctly. She had to take a sip of the orange juice he had poured out for them to get the lodged piece down.
“Yes.” He laughed, understanding her confusion. “He is a surprisingly good cook. Very picky about his food, though … among other things.”
“Lucca? The Lucca? The Boogieman? Are you sure we’re talking about the same person?” She had to be sure, and then her brain finally went back to the other part of his statement that might be somehow more shocking. “Wait—how have you seen him make pancakes so many times?”
Sal took an awfully long time to swallow his bite. “It’s complicated.”
“It’s complicated? Jesus Christ, you gotta give me something here. You can’t be making these impossible-to-believe statements and expect me to just walk right past them.”
“Sure, I can,” Sal said, getting up to place his dishes in the sink. “It’s time to go.”
“Damn.” Watching him rinse the dishes real quick and wave her over to bring her dishes, too, she couldn’t help herself. “Did he make you anal about being so tidy and rushing to be on time, too?”
“Valerie, I think that’s just called being an adult.”
Oh, fuck off, mother—
Fuck, she looks good.
Much preferring her in these clothes, he walked slightly behind her down the hall so he could stare at her ass. Not like he hadn’t gotten enough of that view last night, but so what? He was just a man, after all.
The dirty but colorful sneakers that were unfortunately hers that he couldn’t get rid of were throwing his fantasy off a bit, but he’d take what he could get … for now. Those, he planned to throw off the top of the building next.