Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Who is it?” I yelled.
“You know damn well who it is. It’s the same person that’s been knocking at your door for the last twelve hours,” Drew growled.
I shrugged.
“Go away,” I ordered him.
I could hear him sigh through the door.
“In my eyes, the marriage Constance and I had is over,” he started.
I picked up the nearest thing to me, which happened to be a half finished water bottle, and then launched it at the door.
“Go away!”
He left, but not without one last parting comment.
“I still have a few things left in that box that I want to try on you. When you’re ready, let me know.”
I glared at the box he’d just spoken about and went back to my review.
If you’re looking to add a little shock and awe to your sexual repertoire to do with your significant other, the 50 Shades of Grey Greedy Girl G-Spot Rabbit Vibrator totally lives up to the buzz. With its 12 modes of speed in the shaft and three speeds in bunny stimulator, this rabbit definitely get things hopping. Whether used alone or with your significant other, the various vibrations speeds and pulsation levels will take you on a thrilling ride. A luxury purchase at $100, this is definitely an investment in your pleasure, and it’s worth every fucking penny.
On a side note, the vibrator is not very proficient. It offers about two hours of battery life before they need replacing.
Not that I used it for two hours or anything.
Oh, who am I kidding?
I would’ve used it longer if I hadn’t run out of batteries.
***
Saturday
“Hello?” I answered tiredly.
My bleary eyes opened to stare at the clock.
“What size do you wear?” A man asked.
I opened my eyes and stared out the window of my living room.
Grimacing, I stood up and stretched my arms high above my head.
“Depends on if it stretches or not,” I said almost without thinking. “If it does, small. If it doesn’t, medium.”
“Shoes?” The persistent man asked.
“Six.”
“Thanks. Bye.”
I glared at the phone, unsurprised that he’d called me in the dead of night.
I wouldn’t answer him any other time.
He had to trick me to get me to talk to him.
And I’d give him that. He was persistent, and he’d apologized more than once.
But apologies don’t mean shit to me. It’s the actions behind those words that are important to me, and the jury was still out as far as I was concerned.
I shut off the lamp on the table beside the couch, then went to move into the hallway when I happened to glance outside.
My window hadn’t been open much, but the angle of the blinds with how they came together in the middle of the wall was open just enough, and at just the prefect angle, that I saw it.
Two men.
One black man. One white man.
Both dressed in black.
Both standing close and talking animatedly back and forth.
Then the black man reached his hand up and slapped the white one on the back before he left.
The white man, apparently my neighbor, walked up to the house and opened the door, looking over his shoulder once quickly before closing it securely at his back.
“Weird,” I said. “Why would you come out and have a meeting in twenty-degree weather at three in the morning?”
My question wasn’t answered, and now that I had my heat back, my electric blanket was calling my name.
I’d make sure to ask Drew tomorrow.
My eyes fell closed on that thought, and it never once occurred to me that I was still mad at the asshole.
Not until the next morning, anyway.
***
Sunday
0400
The blankets slowly slid down off my shoulder, and my eyes started to flutter open.
The pull of sleep, however, had me only rolling over and ignoring the cold air that was now touching my upper body, absently searching for the warmth that eluded me.
I found it again, then dove down underneath, only to be pulled up short by a hand around my ankle.
Instinctively, I kicked out in blind panic, but whomever had my ankle was ready for that and caught my foot before I could get any muscle behind it.
“Settle down,” an amused voice growled. “You’re going to take the boys out.”
“What boys?” I gasped, sitting up in the bed in a daze, staring around the barely lit room in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
“Come on,” Drew pulled me into his arms.
Without thinking I gave him my hand and allowed him to pull me free, only for him to freeze.
“Head to the bathroom and get cleaned up,” he said.
“What?” I asked in confusion. “Why?”
“Just go,” he said. “Hurry.”
I went, shuffling into the bathroom, coming to a stop just inside when I saw all the blood.
“What…” then understanding dawned, and a blush covered my face. “Oh, my God!”
I cleaned up quickly, tossing my stained under garments into the trash next to the sink.