Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“Beau,” I moan, rethinking this whole going out to dinner thing.
“I know, Lily. Let’s get some margaritas in you. I haven’t been inside you while you’re tipsy yet. I’m thinking that will be a whole fuck lot of fun.”
“I see what you’re trying to do here. In that case, is it happy hour? Buy one, get one free?” I laugh watching Beau’s face light up with mischief.
“Hold your fire. I’d at least like you to have some kind of food in your belly. As much as I love holding your hair, I’d hate to be doing it all night while you’re praying to the porcelain throne.”
“Fun sucker,” I reply just as the waitress reaches our table, already carrying chips and salsa. My mouth salivates for them. I may be on the curvier side and try to watch what I eat, but when it comes to this form of an appetizer, all bets are off, and I fully embrace my body.
“Can we get a margarita on the rocks, water, and a bottle of beer? Honey, what do you want for food?” Beau asks me after he orders the drink I love.
“Chicken quesadillas, for sure. Then whatever you want.” My greedy hands are already diving into the chips and salsa, not caring about needing a drink or how spicy the salsa can be.
“Steak fajitas, please.”
“Oh my gosh, Beau. You have to try this. It’s like heaven in your mouth,” I moan, holding a chip with salsa already on it for him to bite into.
“Nah, that’d be you in my mouth.” I nearly drop the food on the table at that comment. It seems he’s not the only one affected by our work schedules, and I think I know just how to help.
“About that. I called my doctor to get an appointment for birth control. I can’t get in there or start something until my next period. So, it’s time we get inventive.”
“Honey, you’re it for me. I’m not sure I even like the idea of you getting on something when you and I both know you’ll just be getting off it in due time. It’s your decision though.” He takes the chip from my hand that was just kind of sitting in the air when he dropped his bomb.
“Are you sure? Like one hundred percent sure? Because, I mean, I’m so freaking happy with you, completely and utterly done for, and if anything changes, it would really break my heart.” Sure, I dated that douche nozzle, Chad, but it was partially because I didn’t see Beau giving me a chance in hell, not until he did, at least.
“Honey, you’re mine, I’m yours. This is only going to get better. Every hour, every day, every week, every month, and every single year.” Our food is delivered. I ignore it though. The only thing that matters is Beau and me. Not even Chad can interrupt us, even though I can hear him shouting something in the distance.
“Then I guess we have our answer. I promise, Beau, it’s you and me, for as long as you’ll have me.”
“Liliana Dulce Velazquez, listen to me now. Let these words soak in. I’m not going anywhere. I’m right where I want and need to be.” With that, he kisses my forehead and starts to eat his food, leaving me speechless yet again but happier than ever, nonetheless.
Chapter 15
Beau
When something comes into play, it really comes into fucking play. Including when I had to excuse myself from the table, Lily looked unsettled, and her eyes darted to that pissant, but I kissed her, told her to keep her phone on hand, because I knew something was going to happen. I’m not surprised in the least after I did my business in the restroom that Chad is waiting for me in the hallway. No one is around. He stands there with a smug look on his face, but he doesn’t really have anything to be smug about. Not really. I have the girl. He has this unhealthy obsession with her. It’s clear he’s grasping at straws now, and this is just a little too convenient.
“She’s a slut, you know that, right?” are his first words. I take a deep breath, not allowing him to rile me up. It’s his game plan. This isn’t my first rodeo. Hell, it’s not even my second or third.
“Not sure that’s any concern of yours, Chad.” My voice is stern. I size him up, trying not to laugh. How he thought he’d ever keep Lily’s attention is beyond me—khaki pants a size too small in not only length but also in tightness, slide sandals with socks on, and then the colorful Hawaiian print shirt he’s wearing. It’s clear this guy could use a woman in his life, just not my woman.
“It is when she was just with me the other week.”