Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 100441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“How do you know so much about ants all of a sudden?”
“Lyric gave me books to read. Said they’re on the curr … curwicklium for school.”
“Curriculum?”
“That’s what I said.”
Of course it is.
Speaking of Lyric, I glance at the time on my phone and find he’s fifteen minutes late. He’s never late.
So, of course, my mind goes to him spending the weekend at Cash’s place because he could. He doesn’t have a kid stopping him from doing that. He’d be at Cash’s disposal.
I’m about to call to check up on him when I hear the front door open and close.
He strolls through, looking a little tired but no more than usual.
“Sorry I’m late. Traffic was backed up because of an accident. I tried to call, but your phone went straight to voicemail.”
I glance down at my phone. “What?” The little moon icon is displayed at the top. “Shit. I had it in do not disturb mode.”
Sure enough, when I switch that off, my phone lights up like a Christmas tree with messages and missed phone calls.
There are a few from the label and from Cash.
I stand. “I’ve gotta get to work.”
Part of me is thankful I don’t have time to ask about his date, because now that I’ve seen him, it turns out I don’t want to know.
The phone calls were to tell me Cash has rescheduled his session for today which means I’m going to see him.
Lyric is going to see him.
I don’t know if I’m ready to see them together.
They’ll both be in work mode, so surely they won’t, like, be unprofessional or anything. Then again, I know firsthand Cash’s version of professional mode.
All day, the imagery in my head doesn’t stop. It’s the same images I’ve been thinking about all weekend. They always start with imagining Cash and Lyric together and always end with me replacing Cash in the scenario.
I palm my cock through my pants, willing it to stop.
I think about going upstairs to jerk off. If I don’t, there’s a good chance when Cash turns up for his recording session this afternoon, I’ll take him up on his insistent offer of a repeat to release all this pent-up sexual frustration. Or I’ll punch him for going on a date I told him I was totally okay with.
But the thought of jerking off while Lyric and Kaylee are in the house is just too weird for me.
Good thing I don’t because Lyric comes to find me.
“Hey, Kaylee and I are heading to the park.”
“I’m going to be busy all afternoon recording with Cash, otherwise I would take a break to come with you guys.”
“Oh. Cash is coming over?”
I try not to read into Lyric’s voice going all high-pitched and weird.
“Yeah, he should be here any minute.”
“Cool. Cool, cool. Kaylee and I will be out of your hair.” He turns and moves down the hall faster than his usual pace, and all I can think is he’s going to try to meet up with Cash as he arrives.
Ugh. He’s excited about it.
I guess their date went really well.
Yet, when the buzzer for the front gate sounds ten minutes later, I can only figure they missed each other.
I let Cash in, and he doesn’t appear any different than usual. He doesn’t act any differently either.
He greets me with a warm hug and a cocky smile. “Are you gonna be distracted today?”
“Are you?”
“Your nanny here?” he asks.
“Nope.”
“Then I think we’re all good.”
I turn on my heel and make a break for the studio while continuing to flip-flop between wanting to know every detail and living in denial.
Cash and I get straight to work, and unlike last week where I was too busy thinking about Lyric, this week, I’m glad to focus on anything but him.
Cash and I move through his band’s songs quicker than we normally would. Not because we’re rushing it, but because I think we’re both ignoring the man between us.
When I go into my office to grab a pen for Cash so he can tweak some lyrics, I hear movement in the nanny’s quarters. Apparently, Lyric and Kaylee are back from the park.
Cash does his thing and then finishes his millionth take of the session.
He clears his throat. “Can I get another water in here, man?”
I hit the intercom. “Sure thing. I’ll go get it.”
“I could go get it.”
“No, you’re good. I’ll go.”
Cash laughs as if he knew that would be my response.
I walk down the hall to where Kaylee and Lyric are, finding Kaylee alone watching TV. Figuring Lyric’s in the bathroom or whatever, I keep moving toward the kitchen … where Lyric’s blond head appears. He’s crouching on the floor, his back to me.
“Uh, hi,” I say cautiously behind him.
He startles and turns to look up at me. “Oh. Hey.” He jumps to his feet.
“What’re you doing?”