Chapter One
Drea
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, where is my dildo?”I was trying to be as quiet as I could so I didn’t wake up Carla? Kylie? Kameron? Whoever. I wasn’t going to see her again, so what was the point of remembering her name? I was more focused on taking off her underwear with my teeth.
The curvy blonde stirred on the bed as I found my favorite pussy-pleasuring pal—neon green, double-sided, and vibrating—hiding under my discarded clothes.
Without looking back, I snuck out of her room, dressed quickly, and made my way out the front door, hoping I wasn’t forgetting anything. Not that I’d go back for it if I was.
I finally stumbled into my house just after seven in the morning, thankful it was Sunday. The bookstore I owned, Open Book, was closed on Sundays, and moments like this, I wanted to thank past Drea for making that decision. That also meant I had all day to recharge before opening the store on Monday morning.
Not thirty seconds after I had settled into my pillows and closed my eyes, my phone rang. Ignoring it, I snuggled further back into my bed, waiting for the room to become silent again. After a few minutes passed, it rang again, and I picked up the infernal phone, desperately trying notto hurl it at the wall.Who the fuck calls at this ungodly hour on a Sunday?!
“Hello?” I asked with bitterness coating my tone without looking to see who the caller was.
“Drea, I’m so sorry to bother you, but I was just wondering if you were coming in to work today? Of course, I can handle it if not. I was just asking.” I rubbed my eyes, straining to see the clock on my phone. Please tell me I was dreaming.
“Kaia, sweetie, why are you calling me at ten in the morning on a Sunday? We are closed today. Enjoy your day off.” I groaned at the sound of my own voice. It should’ve been illegal to be awake that early on your day off.
A soft chuckle sounded through the phone. I wanted to be mad that she woke me up, but Kaia was so adorable, I could only roll my eyes in silent irritation.
“You went out last night, didn’t you? It’s Monday, Drea,” she replied softly.
Well, shit.“Yes, I’m coming in,” I groaned, tossing my blankets off me.” I’ll be over in a little bit. Call me if anything happens before I get there.”
I didn’t think anything would happen, though. We’d been fairly slow these last few months.
I hated to admit that being late happened more often than it should’ve recently. The bookstore was my life, and I took being the owner very seriously. It wasn’t until my ex, Skylar, left for the other side of the country, that my tardiness became a more recurring issue.
The bookstore was busy when I got there, and I felt like a complete shit head for leaving Kaia to deal with it. I was the boss. I wasn’t supposed to fuck up.
“Good morning, Drea,” Kaia greeted me breathlessly as she carried a box from the back room to the counter.
“Sorry I’m late,” I apologized as I reached for the box to help her remove the books inside.
Once it was empty, Kaia broke the box down and added it to the pile I hadn’t noticed behind the counter.
She wiped a bead of sweat dripping from her brow. “No worries, I had it handled.”
She was always so cheerful, no matter what was going on, and I needed to make a point to tell her more often how grateful I was to have her here.
“Well, I’m here now. Go take a break.” I shooed her off to the back, and she didn’t argue. But to be fair, she never argued about anything.
Kaia was like an adorable baby deer. She had wavy brown hair down to her shoulders and big brown eyes. I wanted to wrap her up in a blanket and rock her to sleep.
She was only a few years younger than me, but she was the baby of our group. Her bright eyes held sweetness and innocence without a hint of darkness, like she had never had anything terrible happen to her.
Five draining days had crawled by, and I was ready for a day off. I loved my little bookstore, but not all the little problems that could arise, especially when they all seemed to happen within the same week.
By the time the third Karen had come in to request a refund on a book they didn’t like, I was ready to punch something. So, I was pleasantly surprised when Mackenzie, my best friend’s fiancée, had invited me to a rage room.
Kenz: Hey bestie! Want to go to a rage room with me? I really need to smash something.
Me: Don't worry about me. I’ve got my own way of coping ??
Kenz: A way that doesn't involve sucking clit?
Me: Okay fine! Smashing shit it is!
