Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Smack. “Whose pussy is this?’
“Yours. It’s yours. It’s always been yours.”
I crushed my mouth to the nape of her neck and bit down. “I’m going to come, Princess. I’m going to fill this pretty pussy.”
She screamed as we both came, completely lost in each other.
I held her, refusing to let go, when I heard a slow clap and a loud whistle. “That was some show, Price. This will get me a pretty penny with the tabloids.”
My head turned to see some preppy fucker, with painted-on pants and a polo shirt smirking.
I let go of Devlynn, adjusting myself. “Get yourself presentable.”
Blood splattered from my first punch to the asshole’s face. He sputtered, his hands cupping his nose, so he didn’t see the blow that followed. He fell back, and his head hit the cement. I got right on top of him, one hand holding the fucker’s collar as my fist pummeled his face. The artwork I was creating on his mug was so extensive that his own mother wouldn’t recognize him once I was done.
I grabbed his phone and sent the video to myself before I deleted it off the fucker’s phone and crushed it under my foot with one heavy stomp.
“I-I’m going to press charges. I’m going to fuck up your life,” he sniveled before turning his eyes to Devlynn. “I’m going to ruin hers too.”
That set me off. I flung my fist into his face violently and quickly, bashing him repeatedly. I pulled the switchblade from my pocket and held it against his throat. “If you so much as look at her again. I’ll kill you. You might be a rich bitch, but I’ll get to you. One way or another. So this is what’s going to happen. You’re never going to come near here again. If you do, this knife will slit your fucking throat.”
I stood, dusted myself off, and smiled. “Have a nice day.”
Devlynn was visibly shaking. “You almost killed him.”
“Nah, he’ll be fine. Probably some broken bones in his face.”
“How are you so calm about this?’
“Would you rather I let him post that video for everyone to see?”
She shook her head no, her hand nervously fixing her hair. I smiled as I pulled her to me. “Then it’s settled.” I kissed the top of her head. “Now, you better go to class.”
Chapter 14
Devlynn –Five Years Ago
I hadn’t heard from Elis in five days…something that hadn’t happened since we started dating two years ago. We would text back and forth or chat on the phone daily. Not only had he not returned any of my messages, but he hadn’t been in school.
I heard about his father through the newspaper. I wasn’t sure why he wasn’t telling me. I wanted to be there for him. I knew he must feel horrible. I didn’t know what I could do, but I would be there, holding his hand, giving him whatever he needed.
“I’m leaving you, Phillis. I’m leaving you and taking everything. You can get buried with that fucking trash you decided to cheat on me with!” my father yelled so loudly that I could hear him down the hall. My father didn’t raise his voice. Not ever.
I cracked my bedroom door to make out what he was saying. My parents getting divorced wasn’t the be-all or end-all. Most of my friends came from broken homes. It was almost fashionable in our circles. My parents were one of the few couples still together. The Prices were the exception, not the rule.
“You can’t do that to me. I gave you twenty years of my life. That entitles me to half of everything. You wouldn’t risk that!” my mother yelled back. “What did you expect, Miller? You were always on those business trips, and if you were home, you were locked up working in your office. The only person you gave a second of your time to was Devlynn. I just wanted to be seen.”
“I saw you. I was working day and night to keep you in the life you were accustomed to. Let me tell you something, sweetheart… That little piece of paper you signed before we got married, the prenup, states that you would end up with nothing if you cheated. You think I’m going to give you a cent after what you did? It’s not like you have anything in your name. You were a nobody from nowhere when I met you. I should have listened to my mother when she said you were a white trash whore. It’s not bad enough that you couldn’t close your legs, but you had to fuck my lawyer… our daughter’s boyfriend’s father? What kind of piece of shit does that? So now, I’m going to leave you alone, penniless, and miserable.”
I heard a slap and my father’s shoes on the marble floor, followed by my mother’s sobbing. My father’s last words hit me the hardest. My mother was having an affair with Elis’s father. My legs gave way as I collapsed to the ground. I sat on the floor for hours in shock. Confused. Angry. Hurt. All I wanted was Elis, but he wanted nothing to do with me, and I couldn’t blame him.