Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Playthings, huh?” Blaire taps my shoulder with hers, wiggling her brows. “Should I be jealous that you’ve replaced me?”
The sun melts the water off my belly, but I swipe it away anyway to distract myself from answering yet another accusation.
“Never.” I sip my marg, shooting lasers at Cooper.
“Okay, so drink that because we’ve got to get you ready.” Cooper tips his back in one shot.
I shake my head, swiping my lower lip. “No! I don’t need to. I’m happiest in a bikini with salt water in my hair and no makeup. You know this!”
“Same, but no.” Blaire sips on her drink, shoving her glasses over her head. “We’re getting dressed up, and I have to see these new playthings.”
I shuffle uncomfortably as Cooper bursts off into a tyrant of gossip about my private fucking sex life leading up to this point. It doesn’t bother me with Blaire. He knows that she and I are closer than sisters, so there isn’t a thing that I have done, do, that Blaire doesn’t already know about…but it’s the who. I’m not sure what she’s going to think when she finds out one of them is Dion fucking Quinn. Not just because it’s Dion and he’s an asshole who bullied a girl into jumping into the ocean of Hades without her knowing what to do, but because he’s Dion. He has always been a fucking asshole. When I told her that he and I slept together when we were fourteen, she didn’t stop bringing it up for months. She was pissed. I never thought much into why it upset her so much. Dion was the hottest guy at our school. He had this whole bad boy persona about him and gave no fucks about anything. His mother was bone dry poor, but that didn’t stop him from being the biggest ho of our generation.
“Fine! Let’s go and get ready!” I stand from the sand, swiping it off the back of my ass and collecting their empty glasses.
Dani follows behind me as I make my way back up the trail with Blaire and Cooper behind us.
“Hey, so I wanted to ask you.” She hooks her arm with mine. The sand beneath my toes turns to grass as we hit the back—well, front—yard. “I know that I’m new here, but I’ve always thought your eyes were strange. No offense. Like you just don’t hear about eyes being lilac!”
She follows our trail before lifting her head to mine when we hit the front patio of the surf club. Everyone has spread out now, most likely because Cooper kicked them out so he could decorate the club for tonight.
“But Blaire’s are kind of similar! Like another shade.”
I blink past her question. “Yeah, I guess so. We don’t really know, though. And wait until you meet Raidne.” I chuckle, shaking my head as I take the steps up to the patio. “It was the first reason why Blaire and I took her into our little friendship group.”
“No way!” Dani gasps, and for the first time ever, her questions annoy me. I can’t even say why. “There’s got to be a reason.”
There isn’t. We’re sure of it.
I climb the steps quickly, desperate to get out of this convo, when an arm wraps around my belly, and I’m being lifted off the ground.
Ruin places me back down, swiping my hair from my face. “You and me later?”
I widen my glare, shuffling to the side to get closer to Blaire. “Ah, I don’t know! Maybe.”
“Come on, Shi!” Ruin groans into my neck, and my body repulses from him.
“Sorry! She’s mine tonight!” Blaire grabs my hand and entwines our fingers together.
Relief washes through me when I remember she’s here with me. Cooper is a good friend, but sometimes, I just need a sister. A woman. Even if Blaire and I don’t share a strong bond of borderline mind reading, it takes a woman to notice when another is uncomfortable around a man.
“I only get limited time.” Blaire throws up deuces.
“Fine,” Ruin groans, reaching for me once again until my lips crash against his. “But promise me I get to see you soon.”
I don’t want to promise him anything.
“Okay, wait.” Blaire pushes her tits up farther until they’re almost hitting her chin. It’s not hard to do with her size. “So you’re sleeping with all of them?” Her eyes come to mine in the mirror. “At once?”
“At once, once…yes.”
“And…how do you feel about them?” She turns to face me, a hand on her slim hip. “I’m sorry, who are they again?”
“You’re going to be mad.” I run my fingers through my curls to break them up and to distract myself from the fact that she could react one of two ways.
“So Dion Quinn is one of them.” She waves her hands forward as if to say hurry up. “And the others?”