Nia's Home for the Wicked - Book 1 by P.t. Pelkin

Author:P.t. Pelkin [Pelkin, P.t.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2019-03-10T00:00:00+00:00

“Going in to break the seal, buddy. Save my stool,” Byron, rising to head for the men’s room. Reaching back to the bar, tapping his bill pile. “I know exactly how much I’m carrying, so no weaseling,” as he slips off his stool, and by the luck of fools, lands on his feet. Smiles, as if by grace, exactly what he wanted to do. Heads off to do as promised.

Marcus smiled. Sipped. Once a month, at least, they hook up for this. Mindless, mostly, drinking. Mostly on Byron’s dime. He’s done alright. College paid off for him. Makes good money. A great family to go home to. Not Nia great, but he’s biased. Same as to why Gavin preferred, he be the one who ended up married to his daughter. Nor hard to understand why Nia cheated on him. Byron being a lot easier to take in small doses, as well as with a few beers in the belly.

“He came in when we opened,” Wendy coming up on Marcus’s blind side. “I’m going to have to cut him off, less you be willing to vouch for him. He spilled yet what’s eating his grapes?”

“Eating his grapes?”

“You know, bugging him. He sat here, no two words out of him, the entire time till you showed up.”

“He seems like he always seems,” Marcus half-heartily defending the guy. “Happy as a clam.”

“Probably the effect you have on people, Mark. Could be those baby-blues of yours. They work for me.”

He smiles. She returns same, shrugs, walks away. He cannot help but watch. As noted earlier, female. One growing prettier by the minute. Or by the beer. No telling in dark places like these. With dark thoughts about. Of sitting in wait for Byron to start talking about his Nia. About how it came the first time. Then how it came regular. Of how she enjoyed it. Him. Wanted it all the time. Of how many times he had her over the years, a number Marcus, at the current rate, might match sometime around this decade’s end.

Of no mind. Not really. They their history, each to their own. Byron’s first being Nia. His, Emma.

Marcus took up his beer mug. Tried to stop the image of the first girl he’d ever had from appearing before him. Her wet head. The feel of her. Of the tightening of her on him as she struggled to breathe. The heat of her. The incredible surge racing through his veins as he moved to hurry, to finish before…

“Hey, Marco, sucking on suds alone, are we?” Byron. Back in the nick of time.

“You know, I’ve shift tonight, right?”

“Figured as much,” as Byron slid back onto his stool. “Why I came in early. Hell, why life’s such a rotting bowl of cherries. But enough about your problems, boy. Why don’t the four of us get together anymore?”

“Because, you alone come as a four pack, numb-nut. Remember the last time we went out? All Abagail talked about was how much the sitter cost. What a waste of money eating out was.

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