Page 195 of Untying the Knot
“I’ll be your cabana boy, but not free of charge. You’re going to have to tip me this time.” I walk up to them and lean down to give Myla a kiss. “Hey, baby, I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” She smiles as I pull away.
“Enough with the heart eyes, can we please eat? I’m starving,” Nichole says.
“Can’t let the girl starve.” I bring over the food that’s in a take-out bag and set it on the lounger. While I divvy everything up, I ask, “How was your day, Nichole?”
“Good. Those binoculars you got me have been a godsend. I caught a couple behind some rocks today doing the old blow job. I learned a thing or two.”
“How could you possibly have learned something?” I ask in a teasing tone.
“Ask your brother. Not the greatest at a blow job, not like my girl here.”
I glance at Myla, who is smirking.
Yeah, she’s fucking good.
Really good.
Having her mouth on my cock is probably one of the best feelings ever.
“My gag reflex is too strong, but this girl was doing all sorts of wizardry with her hands.”
“Well, don’t be opposed to sharing, you know . . . that’s caring after all,” I say. I hand Myla a plate of food and say, “What about you, babe?”
“Well, besides the fact that I just learned my friend is a total voyeur and that my husband believes there could be improvement made on my blow jobs—”
“What, no, I didn’t say that,” I backtrack. “Just you know, if she ever wants to share information, that’s all. Babe, you know you give me the best head.”
She chuckles. “Wow, what an accomplishment. I should put that on my résumé. Gives best head.”
I take a bite of falafel and say, “I’d hire you.”
She rolls her eyes. “Anyway, while I was going over some designs with Kelsey today, I got an email from my professor. You know the design I did for my year-end project? Well, the company loved it so much that they want to use it. They’re commissioning me to assist with the project.”
“Holy shit. Really, babe?” I ask.
“Wait, seriously? You’ve been sitting on that information this whole time while I’ve told you about how I watched a seagull poop on someone today?” Nichole pushes Myla playfully.
“I wanted to wait to tell both of you. But yes, my design was chosen, and I’m freaking out. I asked Kelsey if I could do both, work for her and handle the project, and she said absolutely. She thinks it will be good for me to take on the job, as it would be great to have it in the portfolio when we approach other buildings.”
“Baby, that’s amazing,” I say as I stand from the lounger and take her hand in mine, coercing her to stand so I can wrap my arms around her. I pull her into a hug and lean down to her ear, where I whisper, “I’m so proud of you. Jesus, babe, you’re amazing.”
“Thank you.” When she pulls away and rests her hands on my chest, she says, “I know we don’t talk about those few months when things were difficult between us, but there is something that I never told you. If it wasn’t for those months when you were focusing on yourself, I don’t know if I would have taken the time to focus on me and what I needed to be happy, separate from our marriage. I found myself, and I found you all over again.”
I drag my hand over her cheek and whisper, “You amaze me.” Then I lean down and kiss her on the lips, reveling that everything feels so right, connected, and in tune with the universe.
Nichole’s journey might be up in the air, but she’s propelled us forward in ours, so weirdly, I think this was all meant to happen this way.
It’s odd. When you feel like you’re at your absolute worst, total rock bottom, it could be the universe letting you know that you need to build a new foundation, a stronger one—a foundation that will jumpstart the next chapter in your life.
Myla handing me those divorce papers was more like the universe giving me a shovel with a gentle nudge to encourage me to start digging.
“All right, enough with the lovey-dovey stuff,” Nichole says. “I need you to tell me more about this design. And then when you’re done, I have some tea to spill about Banner and Kenzie.”
Myla’s head snaps to the side, and she says, “Forget my design. Give us the tea.”
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