The lightest sun

Chapter 5

Jane
Sometimes all men think only with their dicks.

Knock. Knock. Knock.
God, they're killing someone.
I could barely open my eyes to get used to reality.
Is someone being killed?
A characteristic groan seeps into my ears, making me wince.
To high hell.

I look at the clock which says that it is already two o'clock in the morning.
That's the disadvantage of living with a hot hockey player.
Apparently he can fuck like a god.

"Oh my god, Cole, like that." I hear Kayla's disgusting scream.
Of course, who else can Cole Canning fuck?
Stupid blondes like this bitch.
I make an irritated sound.

Looks like I'll have to spend ten minutes on my phone.
Well, they won't be fucking there for an hour, right?
But if they wake Amy up, there will be death today.
Two deaths.

When I sat down more comfortably and isolated myself from pleasures thanks to my earphones, I suddenly received another message from my sister.

Bailey: I'm so grateful.
Jane: You thank me every half hour after I left...
Jane: DON'T TELL ME YOU DO THIS AFTER EVERY ORGASM YOU HAVE AFTER YOUR MAKEUP SEX?
Bailey: Not really...
Jane: Bailey!
Bailey: You just really saved me.

I wouldn't say that.
Because when she wrote to me at 6 in the morning that she had quarreled with Connor about the wedding that night and he left, she spent the whole night in hysterics.

Upon arrival, you could understand this without words.
What?
It's not every day that your sister makes a waterfall.
But in the end everything turned out to be much simpler than before.

For only 3 hours I had to be a pillow, then 4 hours as a psychologist, and then I got tired of all this and I brought Connor and locked them in the room.
So what? Why not an option?

Three minutes later they were already kissing and vowing eternal love.
But I don't believe that canceling the wedding will help Bailey.
She was too confused after that freak.

But this is not my life.
My life is even more of a mess.
For example, I'm trying to understand the motives of my new neighbor/boss.
The only thing I did was prepare breakfast.
At that time, he tolerates my antics, looks after Amy and, more importantly, he pays me and I owe him nothing.

Why does he need this?
People are designed so that when they give something away, they take it away in the same amount.
If not even more.

Once again the light from the screen hit my face and
It turns out that 40 minutes have already passed.
I calmly pull out the earphone and...
Knock. Knock. Knock.

The roar gets stuck in my throat, which even makes me feel sour.
Are you kidding me?
Shouldn't this conqueror of women's pussy get up at 5:30?

Okay, at least he enjoys it, but I don't, really, if you consider that I have to get up so early.
Loud crying and screaming from the next room makes me immediately get out of bed, throwing away my phone.

If I somehow have to explain to her that this is not killing a puppy...
Quickly running up to my daughter, I see her crying and tossing and turning.
Thank God but at the same time...
Crap. Crap.

I quickly pick her up and rock her gently.
Amy has always been like this.
Ever since birth, she slept often and soundly, but if something around her makes her feel internally restless, then she cries in her sleep for at least another hour, if, of course, she is calmed down.
She sobs but I continue to stroke her wet hair.
When I was pregnant, no one told me about what babies were like, well, because I was discarded waste, I think?