Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
“Ah, there you two are,” Mrs. Banks says. He pulls her to his side and kisses her softly. “Oh, no. Whose head are you ready to rip off?”
“Morrison.”
“Oh, yes. Rose told me that she invited Brandon,” she explains, pointing to a woman who’s about Jules age. I guess that’s Jules’s sister, who I’ve heard little to nothing about and already don’t like.
“Why?” Denver growls out.
“Because she’s a bitch?”
I chuckle at that one. “Well, if you two will excuse me, I need to say hello to the birthday girl.” I take a detour because I want to come up behind her and catch her off guard. I have to know what this is between us. I can’t shake my feelings for her, so letting her go is out. What other options do I have?
One thing’s for sure: I can’t keep letting little boys creep on her.
Chapter Four
Jules
I can’t believe he’s here. I haven’t seen him in six and a half months. Anthony’s here, I chant internally while doing my best to control my breathing. Why is he here? I thought I could shake my feelings for him, but now he’s back, and on my birthday of all days.
What’s worse is that Brandon just happens to show up as well. Brandon’s been talking to my stepsister, and now I know that she can’t be trusted. I’m glad I never mentioned Anthony to her because she’d purposely embarrass me today or try to hit on him herself. She moves toward Anthony and my uncle and I want to scream, but Penny intercepts her. I mouth a silent thank you and make my way over to Anthony, but I’m stopped by Brandon.
“You and I need to talk,” he bites out, gripping my elbow a little harder than necessary.
I gently push his hand away to avoid making a scene and whisper, “I’m sorry, Brandon, but I have guests.”
“And a new boyfriend, it seems.” He tilts his head toward Anthony with a scowl. Luckily, Anthony’s talking to Penny’s dad or I’d have a fight on my hands. Anthony’s not a guy to tolerate disrespect.
“What’s it to you if I do or don’t?” I huff, keeping my voice down but my tone strong.
Brandon scoffs and grabs my wrist. “He’s not good enough for you. He’s clearly the trash that your cousin landed in when she got with a biker.” There’s a violent disgust, but he has no room to talk.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. Remember—you’re the one who was arrested with a prostitute.” How could he forget that he’s no better than anyone else? Of course—because his father’s a politician and they know there’s always someone to clean up their messes.
“That’s because you’re a fucking prude,” he hisses.
“Don’t blame me for your lack of self-control. We dated for a whole two months and saw each other a handful of times. The fact that you needed to pay for sex makes me glad that I didn’t give it up to you. Now leave. Take your gift and go—I sure as hell don’t want it.”
“At least your sister’s easy,” he retorts, taking the bag back and storming out the front door. Wow. I didn’t expect that, but seeing how they were talking, anything is possible.
I go the opposite direction and avoid everyone, and then that’s when I run into a wall—a warm, sexy wall that catches me. “Did you have a fight with your boyfriend?” he growls, pressing my lower half firmly to him while I tilt my head all the way back to look at him.
“Ugh. What’s with you men? It’s not your business who I date.”
He releases me with a grunt. “Never fucking mind. You’re right. You’re just a kid…too fucking young.”
“Are you serious? You come into my house on my birthday just to insult me?”
“I didn’t mean to insult you, beautiful.” He stares at me from head to toe, growling as he lingers on my bare legs. I’m pretty sure my panties are now ruined. “Let’s go talk.” He leads me upstairs and straight into my bedroom. He closes the door behind us and turns the lock.
“How did you know which room was…”
“Lucky guess,” Anthony cuts me off. He growls, cupping my face. The look of hunger reminds me of the time in the bakery kitchen. His mouth lands on mine, and the world explodes all around me. My heart’s dancing in my chest as he kisses me gently, and I let a moan escape my lips. Then he has me pinned to my bed, one leg wrapped around his waist and one hand in my hair while the other slides up my blouse, cupping my soft breast as his tongue spears past my lips.
Every inch of me feels alive. Nerve endings are firing out of control, but then it’s over.
He pulls his mouth back from mine quickly. “Fuck, I can’t be doing this,” Anthony growls as he lowers his mouth and continues to attack my throat. I’m back under his spell, moaning and grinding against his thick shaft as if he didn’t just say what he did. I want him inside of me, giving me the family I crave.