Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
My pretty blonde friend nods knowingly.
“So was he pissed? I mean, I assume you called him at the crack of dawn.”
I nod, then look down at my hands, knuckles white. “Yeah, kind of. He drove me to his house, gave me coffee, and then told me to shower. But it’s more than just the jail thing that he’s mad about.”
Stella looks stumped.
“There’s more?”
I sigh.
“Well, I tried to bribe my way out of jail by offering to send Morris nudes. I had the nudes all cued up on my phone, but basically, I accidentally sent them to Trevor instead.”
Stella stares at me, blue eyes wide.
“Are you for real?”
I nod.
“Very for real. Trevor has a full set of nude photos of me in his inbox now.”
Stella breaks down into hysterical laughter, tears almost running down her cheeks.
“Oh my god, girlfriend! Show me!”
I shake my head vigorously.
“Hell no. These photos were taken for my eyes only, and I can’t believe they got out to my stepbrother. There’s no way I’m showing them to anyone.”
My friend’s still screeching with laughter.
“But how bad can it be?”
I shake my head again.
“Real bad, girlfriend. Like with toys, all that kind of stuff.”
She’s almost doubled up now.
“Did you penetrate yourself?”
I shake my head.
“Not really, but he’s got a good look at my tits, pussy, and asshole. I spread ‘em, and now my stepbrother’s seen ‘em.”
Stella’s literally curled up on the ground now, dying of laughter. It’s honestly kind of insulting that she thinks my dilemma is so funny.
“Sorry, sorry,” she apologies while puffing with giggles. “Okay, well at least he’s horny now because babe, not only are you gorgeous and naughty, but you’re also a legend.”
I want to die. “Don’t,” I say, but my voice is lost under the next wave of her cackling.
“So what next?” she asks, regaining just enough composure to speak.
I hug my knees to my chest. “I don’t know,” I fib lightly, deciding to skip over the part where Trevor kissed and licked my pussy. “But he definitely didn’t delete them.” I bury my head in my arms. “It’s so much worse than I’m making it sound.”
She claps her hands once, delighted. “It’s not worse! It’s so much better! Kayleigh, this is how you win. You got to bypass all the bullshit and go straight to the boss level. I told you—guys think with their little heads. They can’t help it. You need to use this to your advantage. You need to turn yourself into Kim Kardashian. I mean, that girl’s sex tape got out and she finagled it into billionaire status.”
I shoot her a deadpan look. “Yeah, but that’s not how it works for normal people.”
Stella leans back, crossing her legs and lacing her fingers behind her head. “Since when are we normal? Seriously. My dad’s about to marry Andie, who’s my friend and our age. Although, as my stepmom, I get to inherit all of her shoes and skincare products, which is good. And you—” She points a finger again, “—you get to be the star of a Lifetime movie. Hot stepbrother, forbidden lust, nude misadventures. All you need now is to fuck up his life as much as he’s about to fuck up yours.”
I pull the blanket off the back of the couch and wrap it around myself like a force field. “Yeah, I think that’s going to happen because he told me to come back tonight. And he told me to dress slutty. He actually said ‘wear something that makes you feel like a whore.’” I can’t even believe the words as I say them out loud.
Stella sits up straighter. “Oh my god! The shit has hit the fan!”
I hang my head. “Tell me about it.”
Stella’s almost panting with eagerness. “So, are you going?”
I shake my head, then nod, then shake it again. “I shouldn’t. Right?”
She shrugs, the movement loose and feline. “Is it what you want?”
I think about it. Not just the answer, but the ache in my pelvis, the electric pulse that starts in my gut and radiates all the way to my scalp. I think about the feel of his hands on me, the way his eyes went dark when he looked at my body, the taste of him that I can feel on my lips even though he was the one who kissed me. Down there.
“I don’t know,” I say, but the words are as hollow as the apartment.
Stella gives me a look that’s part therapist, part devil-on-your-shoulder. “Kay, can I be honest? You can overthink it forever, or you can just let yourself have this. Worst case, you fuck your stepbrother and it’s terrible and then you both go back to ignoring each other. Best case, it’s hot and you write a movie script about it and sell it to HBO.”
I laugh, but my heart is hammering.