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)
“Baby,” I say, grabbing her and immediately cupping her ass with my hands, “you look so sexy.”
“Good.” She looks up at me. “I put a lot of thought and effort into this outfit.” She gives me the once-over. “It’s not every day you come face-to-face with someone who also saw your guy naked.”
I look up at the ceiling. “Kylie.”
“What?” she replies, and I shake my head. “Are you saying that you would be okay going to an event where you know you’re going to be meeting a guy who had his junk in me.” My head snaps back down and I glare at her. “Exactly.” She walks past me. “Also, it’s not fair that you look this hot going to meet your ex,” she tosses over her shoulder. “Do you have anything that doesn’t show all my favorite parts?”
All I can do is smirk at her. “What are your favorite parts, baby?” I smirk, knowing at least one of them.
“Oh, stop fishing for compliments.” She walks out of the room.
“That ass though,” I say, following her out, giving her a playful spank, “I’m going to have fun with it tonight.”
“You wish, buddy, you have me for three more days, enjoy it.”
“We really need to revisit that conversation,” I state as we walk out of the house. “Why don’t you sleep over every other night?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “It’s too soon.”
She gets into my SUV and I get in as she’s putting on her seat belt. “Whatever,” I grumble, “but you are over for dinner every night.”
“We’ll see,” she replies as we start the car and head toward the arena for Vincent’s game. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” she finally says. “Like, maybe we should do it another time.”
“Vincent invited you himself,” I remind her of the conversation I had with him last night when he called to ask me if Kylie was coming. I knew he was asking me because he wanted her to come. “You aren’t going to tell him yes and then not show up.”
“You know what, Knox?” She turns to glare at me. “No one likes a know-it-all.”
I reach over and grab her hand, bringing it to my lips. “Baby, relax, it’ll be fine.”
“Baby, relax,” she mimics me, “it’ll be fine.”
I refrain from laughing at her as I make it to the arena. I’m also nervous, but I try not to let her see it. I find a parking spot and get out, meeting her around the back of the car. I slip my hand in hers and she stops me from walking. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
I stop and head to her, holding her face in my hands and kissing her lips softly. “I promise you, it will be fine.”
“I don’t believe you,” she replies, and I slip my hand back in hers and pull her into the rink before she changes her mind. We walk up the four steps and then step in and she looks up at me. “I hate you,” she mumbles as she looks around and we see a skating stimulator at the front.
“Good to know,” I tell her as we walk down the hallway. I look right and left where the locker rooms are before walking up the stairs to the ice. When we get to the top, I scan the people around the rink and I’m taking a step forward when I see my father there, holding Nora’s hand. “Fuck,” I swear, and I don’t know why I tense up, but I do, and she notices it, “my parents are here.”
She doesn’t say anything to me, she just squeezes my hand in hers, probably to give me comfort. “Daddy,” Nora calls and my father’s head flies to the side, and he smiles when he sees me. Then his eyes immediately go to my hand that is holding Kylie’s, and I swear if anyone makes her feel uncomfortable, I’m going to blow up. “Kylie,” Nora chirps, coming to us. She lets go of my hand so I can catch Nora, who gives me a hug.
“Hey, pretty girl.” I kiss her cheek as she wiggles to get out of my arms.
“I’m going to play with Veronica,” she says, getting down and running over to the other side of the area where the arcade is.
“Knox,” my father greets, coming to me and giving me a hug, “it’s good to see you.”
“Dad,” I say his name, “I would like you to meet Kylie.” I put my hand at her lower back and my father gives her a polite, yet tight, smile. “Kylie, this is my father, Greg.”
“It’s very nice to meet you.” Kylie holds out her hand and she gives him a megawatt smile. “I’ve heard so many stories about you, so it’s nice to finally put a face to a name.” I side-eye her because the only story I’ve told her didn’t paint him in the best light.