Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
My manicured nails dig into the phone so far I can hear the screen protector crack.
It has to be him.
The dude who kissed and fucked with me that night …
He’s watching me.
Bursting out of the stall, I rush out of the bathroom and storm around campus until I find Milo hanging outside near the fountain on his own, smoking a joint.
That motherfucker …
Is dead.
Milo
I’m enjoying the sun after a long day of schoolwork when a bull comes charging at me. And by bull, I mean the angriest black-haired beauty I’ve ever laid eyes on. Magnificent.
As I take another drag, the joint is ripped from my hands.
“You sent this, didn’t you?”
She holds up a phone, and I read the text.
Oh … interesting. Very interesting.
“Nope.” I steal the joint back out of her hand.
“Liar,” she says through gritted teeth and grabs my collar, dragging me toward her. “You’re the one who’s been climbing in my window to fuck with me, aren’t you?”
I snort. “What?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know,” she hisses. “I know it wasn’t Jason.”
“It was most definitely not me either,” I reply, amused she’d accuse me.
But good God, the way she grips my shirt is beyond exciting.
“Bullshit,” she growls right up in my face. “You’re the only one who knows…”
Oh … is she really going there in broad daylight? Now, it’s gotten even more interesting. “Knows what?”
I dare her to finish that sentence.
Her nostrils flare in the cutest, most violent kind of way. “I swear to God, I will pummel you right into the fountain.”
I smile. “We getting wet already? Oh, baby, I’m ready.” I run my fingers through my hair.
“Stop,” she hisses. “Just admit that it was you.”
“Except it wasn’t.”
“This text. You sent it,” she growls.
I take another drag, then chuck it in the fountain behind me. “Nope. Don’t believe me? I can put my number in your phone, and you can check.”
Her face changes with emotions every second, but she eventually releases me. Too bad, I liked how she kept me in a chokehold.
I hold out my hand until she finally gives me her phone, and I swiftly add my number to her contact list before she snatches it back again.
“Call the number,” I say.
When she does, my phone rings in my pocket.
And now she doesn’t just have my number … I have hers too.
I smirk when she checks the text message for the number.
“See?” My shoulders rise. “Not me.”
“Then who is it?” she barks. “I know it’s one of your Phantom buddies.”
“I don’t know,” I reply. “Could be anyone if you ask me.”
She grinds her teeth. “Stop lying to me. Who is it? Nathan?”
“I have no clue if you ask me,” I lie. “Though, judging from what they sent, they sound awfully … jealous.”
The rage in her eyes makes her look gorgeous.
She raises a fist and threatens me, but all I can do is smile. “Do it.”
Her brow furrows and she swallows.
“Hit me,” I say, licking my lips at the thought.
But instead, she releases me and shoves me away. “Fuck off. Don’t ever get in my way again.”
“Too bad, Lana … I was having so much fun with you,” I muse as she waltzes off.
But all she does is raise her middle finger.
And fuck me … What I wouldn’t give for her to stick it in my mouth so I can suck it.
LANA
It’s already evening, and I’ve barely done any schoolwork at all, let alone eaten dinner. I’ve been attempting to send something back all day, but a part of me wonders if I’m prepared to open Pandora’s box. I stare at the text, reading the words over and over until I almost want to throw the phone out the window.
Fuck it.
Me: Who is this? How did you get my number?
I hit send before I can stop myself again.
Fuck. No going back now.
I lie back on my pillow and wait and wait, my heart going a million miles an hour.
My phone buzzes, and I anxiously check it, only to see Jason’s face.
Jason: Wanna hang out tonight?
Sighing, I text back.
Me: No, thanks. Got some things to take care of first.
Jason: Like what? Getting hungover?
Me: Ha. Ha. Not after last time.
Jason: What? We only cuddled.
Me: Right …
Jason: What did I do wrong this time?
Me: Nothing…
I roll my eyes. Of course, he thinks we only cuddled.
Suddenly, my phone buzzes again.
Unknown: Someone with hands you want around your throat.
Wow.
Why did that make my pussy thump?
Fuck.
I hastily type back.
Me: So it is you. I fucking knew it.
Unknown: Who? Can you even say my name without getting drenched, kitty?
I sit up straight, all the hairs on my arms and legs standing up.
Kitty.
It definitely is him. And now that he’s called me that twice, it’s no longer a coincidence, either.
Me: Do you take pleasure in pretending to be someone’s boyfriend?
Unknown: You don’t have a boyfriend.
Me: How would you know?