Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 72496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
She dropped her hand the minute I wanted it to stay a bit longer and whispered, “Sometimes, monsters need to stick together, feel better?”
I nodded. “Maybe.”
The sound of rain pelting against the windshield was the only thing I focused on, along with my breathing and hers. We stayed there maybe ten minutes before her phone went off.
I rolled my eyes. “Are you ever going to change your ring tone away from Jack Harlow? It was bad enough when it was Ateez.”
“Are you ever going to stop obsessing over Tate McRay?”
“Low blow.”
“You wish.” She snorted. “Hey, Serena!” She frowned and stared at me in a way that gave me more chills than our almost accident. “No, um, we’ll be right there, we got caught in the rain.”
I rolled my eyes again. Nice. Both of us, so amazing at lies.
“Yeah.” Her face paled. “Yup, totally spaced it, what’s his bedtime again?”
Alarm bells rang, not just rang, they clamored in my head like cymbals as nausea washed over me, I vaguely remembered Junior asking me to babysit for date night.
“NO!” I mouthed it. “No! We got in an accident.” I sure as hell enunciated every single syllable like a champ. “NO!”
“Yeah, he’s right here.”
I flipped her off with both thumbs, then both down, then both middle fingers and slammed my hands against the steering wheel like the child we were about to just be watching.
There was no worse hell.
Trust me.
“’Kay,”she said weakly. “See you in a few minutes.”
I lunged across the consul the minute she hung up. “All you had to do was tell them we were getting arrested, the FBI caught us, you hit a cat, helped a turtle across the road, went into anaphylactic shock over a peanut! It’s not that hard, Bella!”
In a rush, I’d unbuckled my seat belt and was almost straddling her.
She smacked me on the cheek. ”You’re the asshole who agreed to it!”
My jaw dropped because, damn, it actually hurt. I pressed my knee between her thighs and pinned her arms to the seat. “I said sure, as in, sure I’ll think about it. He never even gave me a date!”
“You got Juniored!” She tried to lift her legs and fight me, which just meant my knee rubbed between them.
A soft flush lit up her cheeks. That was… interesting. “Is that all I have to do to get you to get quiet? Get you off with my knee?”
“You are crushing me with both your knee and body weight, you shithead!”
Her voice was shaky.
I stared at her mouth. “Fine, just admit my kiss wasn’t terrible.”
“Your nickname is Ivan the Terrible.”
“I thought that was a compliment.”
“Do you even read books? Can you even read? At this point, I have my concerns.”
I rubbed my knee harder.
She jerked against me. “Stop, seriously.”
I stopped immediately and leaned down until I could almost taste her on my mouth. “Maybe one day it will happen, I’ll give you all the angry sex you so desperately need, little prude.”
She reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. “Or maybe I just give a little tug and baby bird goes flying out of the nest?”
It hurt, but I still had to admit I liked it. “Doesn’t feel like this bird is anywhere near a baby, don’t make it weird and let me go before you get it confused. All he sees is tits, ass, girl. He doesn’t see the trauma of Satan possessing him from behind long eyelashes.”
She gasped and released me immediately.
Weird.
I got back into my seat. “So now, now, after a shit day, we go home and watch Satan’s child.”
“Bam-Bam,” she mumbled and banged her head against the passenger’s side window. “Hey, maybe he’s in a good mood today.”
I almost told her not to give the universe a chance.
I was right.
Because the first sight we walked up to after opening the door was Bam-Bam sitting in a pull up with chocolate all over his face and hands, bawling… only to have Junior give us a guilty look and whisper in a low voice, “That’s not chocolate.”
CHAPTER TEN
“Your worst enemy will often become your best friend when both of you are in need of the same thing—sadly, the cease fire rarely lasts, and what often follows is worse than what you accomplished—acknowledgement that maybe the other person isn’t as bad as you’ve perceived, making you question if you’re the villain instead.” —King Campisi
Bella
I’d seen love all around me and I was still convinced it didn’t exist, and yet exhibit A, a poop covered child and one of the scariest mob bosses known to mankind, mainly because his dad was Phoenix, wiping down a child with a towel, then plopping him in the sink real quick, smiling and laughing, only to get a pull up on him, and hand him off to me just as my sister walked in looking like a stripper—not a cheap one either.