Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“But she’s going to have a full diaper!” I’d called after him, trying to will my poor legs to chase after him. Screw him for being so awake and clear-headed after sucking me off!
“I’ve got it. I’ve been practicing,” Declan had replied, leaving me sitting on the edge of the bed. What the fuck had happened? Had I woken up in the Twilight Zone?
Wait! How the fuck had he practiced?
My Saturday had sort of rolled along like that, with me barely keeping up. We’d debated Sebastian’s dinner party most of the afternoon. I’d told him to go without me. He’d argued that all three of us would go, which was silly. This was a rich, unmarried-guys dinner party. There were going to be no other kids. Bringing a baby was insane. The second I’d tried to back out, Declan had announced he was staying home as well.
Of course, Franks had sailed in at the perfect moment to offer to babysit with Donovan’s help.
It was hard to turn him down. He knew all Joy’s quirks and preferences, not to mention she was comfortable with Franks and Donovan. They’d both helped me more than once during the day with her.
Declan had glanced at me and smirked. I’d had no arguments left.
“You know, maybe we should have brought Joy,” I announced as he drove up Sebastian’s ridiculously long driveway.
“Why’s that? You don’t think the five hundred pictures on your phone will be enough to prove that she’s the cutest baby in the entire world?”
“Nowhere near enough,” I hissed at him. “But that’s not what I mean. With a baby, you’ve always got a ready excuse to leave early.”
Declan looked at me, his brow furrowing before he returned his eyes to the road. “Why do you need an excuse? Leave when you want to leave.”
“And this is why you’re perfect,” I muttered, rocking my head back and forth on the cushioned support.
He didn’t look convinced, and that was fine. Since moving in with Declan, I was noticing too many things that were making my heart give these annoying skips, which was a bad idea. We had a good thing going as friends and occasional fuck-buddies. Me catching feelings for a sexy-ass rich boy was not a good idea.
“My friends can be a bit much. If you want to leave, tell me and we’ll leave,” Declan reassured.
“Nah, it’s fine. I haven’t been out and social in a while; I might be rusty.” I reached over and poked him in the arm. “Plus, the only rich person I know is you, so I’m not up on any of the yachting, golfing, polo chitchat.”
Declan snorted. “When have you ever heard me mention any of that?”
“Never.”
“And you never will.” He pulled his shiny black Porsche in to park next to a Mercedes, and what I swore had to be a Lamborghini. Really, I was outclassed already, and we hadn’t even gotten out of the car. But with Declan staring at me, a challenging look in his eyes, I felt like I could fucking handle anything. Declan was a “give no shits, take no prisoners” kind of guy. I’d follow his lead.
“So, you went to college with Rome and Sebastian?” I asked as he climbed the wide stairs. Of course, Sebastian Courtland had one of those colossal mansions, but where Declan’s was purely modern, Sebastian’s had a very classical, old-money kind of feel.
“I attended high school with Sebastian. Rome and Pierce, I met in college.” He stopped and grabbed my elbow, holding me back. His expression became grim, and I stepped closer.
“What?” I demanded in a whisper.
“Simon Miller will be here. In college, we were all friends with Sawyer Miller, but he died prior to the start of our senior year in a swimming accident. Simon is his younger brother.”
While everything he said made sense, there was something heavy in his tone that indicated that there was a hell of a lot more that he wasn’t telling me. But now wasn’t the time to go digging into all that. I got the hint. Don’t ask too many questions. Keep to safe topics like the weather and the local sports teams.
“Gotcha!” I gave him a finger gun and a wink, trying to wipe the worried look from his face. It earned me an eye roll, which was as good as a laugh in my book.
As we resumed our approach to the front doors, they opened to reveal a man in a navy suit who nodded to Declan.
“It’s good to see you again, Mr. Foster. It has been too long.”
“Thank you, Wilkins. This is my…my…” Declan uncharacteristically stammered. It was only now that I realized we’d forgotten to discuss how he would introduce me. Most people wouldn’t lead with fuck-buddy. At least, not for that initial introduction.
“I’m his new roommate!” I blurted out, thrusting my hand at what I assumed was Sebastian’s butler. “Parker Cain. A pleasure to meet you.”