Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 64617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
But it wasn’t until the smell of his tight leather jacket that hugged his bulky, muscular build, along with the spicy scent of his cologne I’d been buying him since we were kids assaulted my senses, did my heart skip a beat.
Our sexual attraction to each other had never been our problem. It was the fact that he couldn’t keep his eyes, hands, or dick solely for me.
Except, you wouldn’t think that by the way he was undressing me with his eyes, making his way over. Looking like trouble with a capital T with that certain swagger only Sean could exude. He caught the attention of every woman in the bar, and he knew it too.
It was his mutt genes that made him stand out the most. He was a mix of white, black, and Hispanic. Giving him light brown skin and entrancing green eyes that I swear could see into my soul. And because of that, I was the first to break our connection, pretending as if this didn’t just happen.
I continued to take orders and went back to bartending. Acting as if he didn’t exist, and he wasn’t just there…
For me.
“Hey, baby,” he greeted at the side of my face, getting as close to me as possible. “Where ya been, suga’?”
“That will be forty bucks,” I addressed the man ordering drinks in front of me, focusing on him.
Disregarding my rapidly beating heart.
Stupid heart.
Sean questioned, “This how you gonna play it, baby?” Leaning closer to my neck, he faintly skimmed his soft lips against my pulse. “Don’t try me, Camila, ‘cuz I’ll show you how many fucks I give. I won’t be ignored.”
Snatching the money out of my customer’s hand, I abruptly turned toward the cash register. Only to be brought closer to the son of a bitch baiting me.
“Last warnin’, baby.”
I snapped my eyes to his, spewing, “I didn’t hear the first one.”
He grinned, narrowing his eyes at me with a predatory regard that made my thighs clench. “Even when you hate me, Camila, you know you still love me. So why don’t ya bring those dick-suckin’ lips over to me, and I’ll remind you what to do with that mouth.”
“You wanna piece of me, Sean?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. “That what you want?”
“Always. I’ll fuck the bitch right outta you. You know you’re my queen. I know you miss me, baby. Now let me take care of you, ya don’t need to be workin’ for some fuckin’ doctor. I’ll give you babies if that’s what ya want. You don’t need to be raisin’ someone else’s when you could be raisin’ ours.”
It didn’t surprise me in the least he knew about the Pierces. Sean knew everything. Especially when it came to me.
“Awe, Sean,” I voiced with nothing but sarcasm in my tone. “You just made my day.”
He eyed me up and down, licking his lips. “I’ll make your night too.”
“You know what, just for that.” Topping off a glass of whiskey, his favorite. I stated, “You should cool off.”
Before he realized what I was about to do, I threw the drink in his face. Right into his eyes.
“You fuckin’ bitc—”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Sean. This is how many fucks I give, baby.”
With that, I turned around and left him there. Letting the groupies of women he ran around on me with tend to his burning eyes.
Giving, zero fucks…
About what I just did.
Chapter 7
<>Camila<>
Now
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The sound of the alarm on my phone woke me up bright and early.
Way too bright and early if you asked me.
No matter what time I fell asleep, six a.m. always came far too quickly. The sun was barely peeking through the vertical blinds in my studio apartment when my eyes finally started fluttering open.
“Uhhh…” I groaned, trying to find the button to shut off my alarm.
I didn’t get home last night, or should I say this morning, ‘til a little after four a.m., but who’s to say what time I actually found sleep.
“Alright, Camila, get up,” I ordered myself, shaking off the tiredness I still felt.
The smell of coffee brewing in the air was the real reason my ass got out of bed. Thanking God I remembered to set it to automatic brew, needing the caffeine in my veins. Though it was the music on my phone I turned on before I jumped in the shower that really started waking me up. The beat to “7 Rings” by Ariana Grande blared through the speakers as I washed my face.
Singing, “Been through some bad shit I should be a savage, who would have thought it turned me into a savage.”
Using my shampoo bottle as a microphone, I broke it down. The girl spoke to my soul. I danced around, singing as loud as I could while I washed my hair and body.
“I bought a crib just for the closet.”